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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; Q0 e8 @: f' {# z* V1 k. R8 W& qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( W4 c/ h/ T7 z, @6 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
z3 ~* j& v& \4 K& X5 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : d: _# M9 G7 u# w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& \' q$ ^9 U% a4 |: }. K! l
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ B2 H1 |- R& N4 s, j; o( yHow you tried to set them free, # O" Z) F4 V$ s( f, }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 i- l7 |+ A8 Y3 f7 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 d. t) Z$ t3 J- S1 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ U$ n# k0 {/ a9 E6 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, O/ p7 H% g5 [' V2 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 r1 w9 e) t( p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: Q5 K0 \0 A; z( E) R# mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' i& k7 n* ?# S/ B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " S) Y+ c2 G0 {) Z2 G4 i: _- v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: S$ k. H, y; y+ D& i& W) UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . h- c3 H5 ]0 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & B- @8 i- |# @' y$ L7 N+ t* E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 u7 I8 m4 Y k1 S( h, yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 d1 b' b; s. A- vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , m4 O+ ?" y+ Y% V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 i% V0 T9 b; z# ^: v! a6 r0 v9 t/ rHow you suffered for you sanity," S" n! K2 W. W6 L/ C/ M. ?
How you tried to set them free, 4 u/ p0 ~0 ~. {. J# M: O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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