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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 G& { T' ?9 m, s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 o. F) R& d8 e, s L% K2 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ `" e. ^- b% K; |4 }* d. wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 }( y$ N. f6 g7 H8 ? e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 \% G0 h. Q4 Z% v7 l A- THow you suffered for you sanity,
; y; V* M2 L: m+ ^4 nHow you tried to set them free,
3 E2 n* z6 E6 v, ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % \) X4 w8 E, }; t) _; p7 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 f; a1 J0 ~2 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! I/ r- p% N) o' a0 t. M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 q, d9 j; g# r( ^# ]2 g+ {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 K' @# D, j3 G: UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: @& B5 p$ ]) J: n9 h- SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 M/ N4 ~2 ]) h0 p3 hBut I could have told you, Vincent, / O. c/ h- o0 @/ A: p& T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: B0 M$ a! t6 W4 W5 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" f6 ?* Z, \- ?- qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; F9 X" L, Z% I0 c9 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 \" U/ X% M5 d l% V! }9 v# G) |/ U# \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,
* H+ Y+ p% R3 Z' n# r6 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
* _" \8 C5 L. g3 l- q( XHow you tried to set them free, " D2 [. r, Q. v/ q" N* \9 O" H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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