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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & T3 T$ w6 X+ g! E z, ^/ ^) x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 c/ @0 U# A I/ p) D& ?4 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- b4 G/ L, [7 \1 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " z' }; Q6 e, x( Q1 S5 u4 R4 H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 U% t3 U4 |$ M) B3 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
% G& e$ Q4 [3 t) `- w8 v7 \How you tried to set them free, - z7 ^( @( M. R9 T& z, [+ d9 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 \: m3 [; K. M6 w: a+ _6 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ C2 `' i' G5 V3 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 Z1 }- a% W+ `7 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 @1 p( ` P6 R1 u6 V( t# x% I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - s5 p# k. i v. ]/ @/ d) [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 [1 K8 L% v5 e% E l! v5 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 `: l: \- e- D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : j. X6 Y0 z$ p: X w2 ]! d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, H! W1 z0 @ K# s. E6 B' J9 aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * m% x6 E; n" z) p) [7 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" x7 c8 F q& |8 p+ BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ _0 L0 V7 M& m, O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) ~0 {2 @1 R# _4 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% C8 f. ^% O* NHow you suffered for you sanity,1 b9 I r. j( |" A
How you tried to set them free, : W$ g: D9 e- u3 W1 E" O4 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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