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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : z4 I& I1 g) n8 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Z; T$ L; }) UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% h F9 o, X' S! Q6 ?, c( iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 |: L2 J7 S# I! J4 n3 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ \ W4 k6 T6 o9 g# m
How you suffered for you sanity,
# H! j6 C! ~" g4 E0 fHow you tried to set them free,
- n* ~3 r5 P) ]) \; bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 B( K2 w7 I. F; F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 x% @& B( q4 E- ^9 N- A) W. nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , E8 `' N3 P, U7 k5 c. S+ |( P; y9 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& N$ [8 X0 S* E' k% {( DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ ]: P! ?+ ~2 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , \6 o( S5 B+ [& I# u. U/ W. L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: V6 I" b4 C W& oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- Y3 O5 F) b) W$ y4 ~9 v# jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ V4 G8 ^8 s, M6 m1 q1 s) CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; X( ?& ]! Z. x3 \% N; X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 _9 f8 d1 t6 k5 b1 T2 c( @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 R' Y) M5 e1 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 @% H6 B6 ]- h1 T( g2 J( qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 `$ P/ c& d& D, b; N2 C/ c4 p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 ?( m- i: k3 v5 E) CHow you suffered for you sanity,' Z P& a' v- G5 s2 `
How you tried to set them free,
. d4 i9 i3 m- L# c: I+ nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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