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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : F! L @$ N% j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ } z: j7 z# {% i* ]. ?6 V0 xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," e: }% I6 n3 d. B9 d0 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( W! o c$ @! o8 n3 t0 G1 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% Z5 ]1 `( o; D+ n
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 z* J% k/ @1 tHow you tried to set them free, $ u) V2 L7 I% W2 i8 ]8 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! p& X! S! f3 S& u1 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 p# p' ^2 v( d& |6 @& I3 J! G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . [; C6 O( L8 H$ ^0 V+ V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 g8 v" Y* s6 x* s7 S) yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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y- a' X+ u7 a5 S. Z0 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' h! Q& n+ G6 y8 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, s% H) L6 p3 u, l, JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 {) }9 c1 D- p7 X( B7 c1 Z- bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 r: Q6 j/ n+ ]5 `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 k/ C3 u( m) j* fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 l8 @) X/ U1 \9 t/ c/ ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) Q2 o' g( ~; g; ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 l- h6 R2 s+ n+ _- ~& ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 c0 O4 `0 B9 h. y
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 M$ y: q* K4 cHow you tried to set them free, " m/ @0 L9 b1 w3 i/ X" z7 r8 x3 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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