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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
x3 O+ C3 H% X8 `# {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " j- j! h% f/ H( z/ p1 W' r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," n5 ?+ l7 F) m) `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . |% A6 ]! y( |. e& V7 ^$ E8 t& ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) H2 s9 G, v2 y
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 \6 K/ Z& ?0 X2 G$ j9 B& S1 _3 a3 z) l
How you tried to set them free,
4 u0 ^- I9 m3 k" z9 ]: yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 G1 ]! [7 C @/ S* O R+ v BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 \) r4 J3 ~/ J5 z L* }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% J l' `7 A6 s/ B0 mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- v: Z4 r* \' O4 \# I' v$ @( oWeathered 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, ; ~" e/ b4 K- p( ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, `9 p+ _6 W1 Q; o% d' s/ GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 {1 }9 X: l3 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 M9 ^! \# _; R1 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . x, C- h' ?- ^) H* P' m" ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- q5 P0 V$ T9 K+ B$ \" A4 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( L ^. k! n2 U) t5 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. Z }+ C. `* _% hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 m+ c% t* R- y( ?8 m+ x% gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- Q. v) o* G2 P+ t" @2 J THow you suffered for you sanity,/ V& g; p* T6 H- F- n
How you tried to set them free, 5 _; u/ w# M/ K; A1 Y- D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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