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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, Q/ J+ w W$ y6 T8 l& z$ U* k. RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! A: d4 A) N. G' o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, L0 w' C2 \! o* ^) H7 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " `5 V; i8 W1 \; b7 b/ y4 n: ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 y/ g4 M! _3 a
How you suffered for you sanity, $ s1 [" e( S- l/ I
How you tried to set them free,
/ W3 N5 \) r4 P4 i( i4 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% K% m+ v3 {6 x, N- T6 m/ OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 k d# a+ w! aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 k2 r0 C# `2 c5 q h N( Q" ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 i2 z0 y" m1 _* @) R5 [Weathered 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, - k$ B) y, [5 F7 @1 U, J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# p# e+ k0 y) aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' d3 u! @' x3 Y, D
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 a" u+ E, _1 @; j; T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- t: V& h' ~7 n4 \, JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- m7 l- L+ }, TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 K. a. V& P! D: R$ PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , Y. T6 R+ a* ^# D ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 c. ?+ g& [$ S/ g$ x
How you suffered for you sanity,2 k4 k! h" m) T- x
How you tried to set them free, * B$ D/ `/ \. d/ ?0 _4 J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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