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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 n) e; v5 b' n$ q/ Q( t% _7 @- G! v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & z9 v" Z2 }; l4 q/ d0 y' X; R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 r$ V9 O2 I, _, U1 Y( g$ gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
\9 w$ w' \. r1 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 }; E+ C' {8 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
& I" F( W. Q8 \& CHow you tried to set them free, / m0 ?3 ^1 y; q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 Y+ r9 {7 b* [1 M2 l. p5 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- C$ s) Q2 M/ N& x j& ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, |1 w5 l% L6 g6 m9 _2 s! x$ b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 m! E3 k" b4 O8 t$ sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) ]0 H: Z( k3 f; q% f7 O' `! x5 Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% o) s) [# G. D# b2 v+ M( B% z7 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' K4 L7 q& b1 W+ KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : T+ N g. D8 P6 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 A7 V" s' b$ X0 C) f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% t( A$ @3 [6 z: `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 L9 C" G" |8 L' V1 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 C; m5 K3 i6 k% \6 N/ F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ y, F$ L U. g; W- Q
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, 5 z9 J6 F9 m. m' F* G( ^
How you suffered for you sanity,0 q$ T& k6 k6 s. U `
How you tried to set them free,
& K, _# S- P+ _2 z4 JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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