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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! `0 d: Z: ^+ h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! ~8 e+ ]* j. l8 v& E4 M; H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& @; J& P, O2 @0 a8 |- RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : @4 e+ I% k( ~( \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, e" W6 C) \' K7 t* h9 ^- i
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 P! u7 z- x" WHow you tried to set them free,
: w1 F* ]) E- oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * z4 p: \6 e- p8 F7 N- ~4 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 j" D* p- j) b3 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / L+ U7 F. g: H2 o2 z+ L2 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - p5 } \) c: j1 o6 M( e5 V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - e5 n* W1 ]4 V- a4 o( H9 o {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 P2 J! z6 T$ ]- j% rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" ]1 T F% k! {You took your life as lovers ofter do, * t; A7 k3 K* r4 h+ w& E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 W( a( i' t9 N9 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 S) A: y, ?: T" x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 v# d8 p+ W! Y1 [- Q2 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 f9 h6 F, ]' S. I' q0 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# ]8 |7 s4 O: `/ ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, F. `8 N9 n; z+ J4 `1 l
How you suffered for you sanity,1 O! y/ r0 g- P! J5 B' {, @
How you tried to set them free, # u, ]- o$ i S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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