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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 w1 @& F% w/ a1 P3 I. W# b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 k! V) ?- ~* q) r: c; IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ^' @6 W5 I! P5 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) x7 d* ]' {8 O: s& M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 N* D& g* R; F8 X: c
How you suffered for you sanity, : {7 u2 c7 `" Z- Q
How you tried to set them free,
- n7 \$ ^% q X9 {! SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& ~- W7 B# F! R9 j. K; H, |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 D9 C5 V1 w/ kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 V, O) o5 {; C6 V0 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 g3 I' I# M7 d8 |* i7 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . u# C; |$ b2 n Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 n) s8 W* e! o, M; NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . [8 E& J& c7 N7 ~ U4 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; `% P# H, Z! g3 _3 w/ L J9 a6 wBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! Q) R( i; b% y; X5 }! I+ X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( J$ b N' x6 o# v. q K$ [! j4 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: _8 M" c" i, M2 s) `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 p. F$ e1 R1 D) J$ n. dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : D: k- F# y) C' n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : j' s/ j) g+ u, T
How you suffered for you sanity,
, s; R9 f1 `2 _( ~# pHow you tried to set them free, & W9 Q' c, _# p! b8 h ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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