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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ ~8 ?5 N; u8 f6 r$ b/ }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 X7 Y/ d3 d. `- b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 M6 }% p% X- _7 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( B0 y" ^& i# ~; x/ v7 g! O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: A9 U3 v7 U9 t2 q5 h* k7 K0 nHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 A( D5 h. \- y/ E
How you tried to set them free,
- w* O# t. f! }: I: s( ]8 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" G; H2 i! M7 h/ ?1 E3 k& c& F* BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! g. F( G8 k6 a' ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 x- X1 K- n9 d# S5 I9 E6 }% x- [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / P7 k# d/ v! |5 u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 b1 L4 e0 a; N$ f8 i$ A" k+ ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' `$ b' V) M0 l0 Q* [% tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 s% g' h7 [1 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' O" s2 x" r M {
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 \: u3 Y$ R0 Y3 r% }0 B* I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : U9 C( S P1 `7 c9 Y* p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. I/ L3 b! G: N! j5 v& P5 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! U& |; m6 ?/ B2 H+ `$ ?2 A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 @" o$ |. c+ nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, p$ v' O o0 ]2 b2 U$ LHow you suffered for you sanity,
; R7 d4 y# c9 a+ q9 ?How you tried to set them free, 4 o9 ^2 Q1 [+ ]3 p8 h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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