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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 e4 c) q% w3 x8 N. @$ T' hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 x1 C' W- n3 X2 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 M) [' k" Q1 c1 r5 i5 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . n* z, A; f/ O" B. H* D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% [- K5 V8 { m/ `6 L F" s0 Z! a
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 n I* e- u# W/ s ZHow you tried to set them free,
; L6 ?7 l, U$ M; t3 D. E* vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, n9 |* [5 l4 s3 H# YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( {* T2 ^' o# y8 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! O1 H7 ?8 X& G. w; s3 z6 R+ q( g& A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / Q! S8 B+ G5 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 b. h, s# c# H" g% H6 K% U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* Q% ?* I4 f; r& E& L$ FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% O, t6 |- [# mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ _/ f+ m7 k w4 iBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' N, P1 w! i/ v" q# l4 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; k4 D; m& y- t1 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 W4 `) k p8 N. wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! {; V2 {6 E0 A5 M$ c: d' H9 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 p7 d5 ^+ P, n5 h5 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 [7 k2 ]4 u( g8 |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ B1 U5 {, ~; y3 w7 e8 y. yHow you suffered for you sanity,
) C2 u( g& b' P* lHow you tried to set them free, 7 N3 Y+ m1 X _) D. E
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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