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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % w! H( Q4 o* P7 x) J& l2 h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" d$ c" ], B, ~ Y4 s3 ]- t; ~7 I. hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# h. c$ _+ a/ p H6 i& x2 m. U# UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . f" t- o+ O8 @0 w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 r5 e; H3 w/ h% B# U) fHow you suffered for you sanity, & w& C( s' k# }) \3 Y
How you tried to set them free,
6 }: z: W) h) P+ I; W8 yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 H! O2 Y5 t+ _" \- C' cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 ~+ E& i: C: f6 P+ p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 v; [0 {' t: z9 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 A7 y9 y- m' Y4 A! q9 U+ Y4 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , Q: @$ M) t. u2 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ r7 S, }8 T+ B& o& B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * v# N* w' f7 [4 D9 q& g$ y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ?$ a3 v% H( ] z2 s$ w% r, m3 }
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! I% x: G; D& ^: y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 U- a4 H# G/ S4 \: h) fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( r9 Q9 p; I* A5 o3 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) I2 N4 F: d, o2 ~: ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- l/ j2 l/ A- K- T" iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- s: m0 X: ^+ C4 D; |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 }- R) \, _5 z0 V
How you suffered for you sanity,1 o: v P# [. X5 a: I2 f9 x
How you tried to set them free, 1 p( A6 N) [6 ~( @/ N$ D5 h4 l1 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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