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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% t) U w# J. J+ G g+ k* i. D8 x" zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 }, m/ B2 g5 G+ b6 b( ?- t6 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," B, S8 G2 A2 U1 k3 S( l( i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' A7 }5 m# ]! s6 q0 R9 @2 J" a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 s% \( h8 n m$ _5 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 r3 A) Q9 I& j2 v* a. u, [How you tried to set them free,
' _8 L, C" O- M8 `7 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " y7 n$ a, I! V& e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- |% @# d" ]1 m0 E* n7 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' s- `/ z; l% k: l) J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 `3 }- `% U2 y# UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 v! h6 z e' k1 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' u L( k& w R5 B3 w2 P/ p: oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # T* i( Z# V s* P! Z% n% i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . c# [! V( h3 }0 D7 g: X+ Z+ B- \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 l' b# U! T( q: Z% _' `& T3 |+ s: f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 R @7 [% [1 B2 q4 Q" W2 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ [- l0 {0 B! \7 D2 \1 [3 V4 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 {+ f0 Q5 }- j4 V" A% w4 {! x4 AThe 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, 0 b+ T( e- a5 s* r* p1 E& k
How you suffered for you sanity,/ W4 c8 `" O u; k
How you tried to set them free,
# v4 \% g8 X, V$ }5 zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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