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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 ]; }/ N* I1 H' x+ v1 H0 U& H9 x4 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, N1 C+ t$ c4 ?4 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, C. } c y% T/ l6 [8 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & d+ ^2 m& t7 S. m6 g* U% t4 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) s- Q; g& _8 T' A1 e0 A! r+ B
How you suffered for you sanity,
( m( b$ x8 w: ? Q. |7 V3 n( j, gHow you tried to set them free, ! ~6 D' r: G8 b1 v7 w# L$ ]/ {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 \" _7 \3 x4 L% n$ `; J2 [* J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 w0 K8 ~8 y3 o3 V# _6 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ N7 t' ~* s' w. S: x4 S9 q) xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' J" y4 y! l2 l& [9 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % i6 F: e2 F4 Q, m7 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ O! m! F: p. t, ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. l! g5 Z+ k8 x( f, }1 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, , p) b2 V, Q/ I' X
But I could have told you, Vincent, / c% G5 F' l+ C/ v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 t. U+ e0 i# H: K$ k6 S6 {% f: b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 b( g4 s* M8 J% C3 M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ I0 y$ p1 @7 n+ G9 W* p$ n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ x5 E @- h3 C$ y! K6 c+ _$ IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! ^" ^2 j3 u, Y7 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 X9 p! Z* r4 X/ O
How you suffered for you sanity,
' W, V4 R! w6 D( z# JHow you tried to set them free, & }5 W1 O# K$ y S4 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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