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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 m" \0 Z6 B3 O( D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 ^6 l" ~# i7 N; v: f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 r& |( S L* ]) y1 `5 FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* K2 ~1 s# t" s# ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
x" p+ B7 ~6 b0 x3 v7 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 P' x9 [5 U: C; F& JHow you tried to set them free, 0 \7 U! h3 w8 k5 U6 D: G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ h4 `. b- ^, r6 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 i% i z. r( p+ _. a- s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
R3 w2 D* w$ l: j$ M* K2 P) I3 C4 `. EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * f$ J6 L, e' i1 e" Q3 ~! ^# k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. v% T |5 O' q @; D. u$ @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + e! m3 C$ O+ S9 T, ?# U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 Q1 S$ F( N' t. B$ O+ g. n3 N8 [5 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 m: e# C6 G9 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 s Y% k0 ~4 x+ K7 f5 ]( @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ j' L4 M0 p# m! T: C. yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( G+ [% |* O+ g* [7 [8 M$ bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * _+ o1 ] l8 |, `- ^6 r9 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 f: F, \5 O6 h8 T7 _3 \3 h7 B/ h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 F- J+ ?2 a% j5 R2 J4 `; j' fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + p5 b4 d/ z2 V" O
How you suffered for you sanity,! S3 Q( A/ a7 m' T: }4 i
How you tried to set them free,
|) j* `* g9 c6 B0 ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
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