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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " C* X1 g' a: j/ J& C; Q4 z: G' q0 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, X; @' m; n, |, MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 E9 u) T: T* Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 X6 H X8 `. TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# B" ~3 e2 B+ q- _7 L6 V# ZHow you suffered for you sanity, + p9 j2 f' e8 d
How you tried to set them free,
" N0 @6 o9 ^! b" `5 A4 X" GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 U& h1 M+ j$ m) f- M: Q7 M) R! ~; QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : G7 q# ~& h; E2 E; ^1 O+ I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / {3 e) |- M; h4 j( o+ N/ [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / P( m% F/ S0 @, A$ g3 d3 C. D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 z8 q1 p3 h. z+ s' R$ h1 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# d3 p0 `$ j5 B3 ]5 k1 N$ C! }You took your life as lovers ofter do, & c. Q9 k9 ^2 d- P7 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 I1 p. C* }% B7 N% yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 E, [! b. z4 _) ^: m! t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 Z3 c" O. K5 _: ?! i% F$ F* E- ~6 t; c* E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( k* e {) r" l8 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 X" U5 {" F9 ^1 T' CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ g+ y& j" S- P4 z2 ]( y' s9 c: d& RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 j% `# T2 {. hHow you suffered for you sanity,
) ^4 M$ o+ K) M1 {. y+ {How you tried to set them free,
. S( z! C1 W) ~7 C3 q4 f' l) D& e. QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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