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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , X) H) v: g, F! b; z* b) W" y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ r1 _6 Q4 f+ B& x2 Y) r/ ]& n+ [( I# ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 ?! g3 P. @; h! V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% p1 J* z; `5 [5 y% Q$ z3 |! gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 F# F) M2 o* |7 j: D! ]How you suffered for you sanity, 2 g0 n8 I. W# b9 y1 J
How you tried to set them free, - s5 J5 T$ w! A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , x2 N" s3 e& p$ S6 l6 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; t& L q) @- D& l% C# {) F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % N7 W, ^5 Q9 u# l$ w: G Z3 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 Q! \5 ~# {$ _2 ?; ^
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, # v* \9 ~3 K9 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 Y G3 V5 `& \' TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# u( m3 u: X4 ~( y+ {But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 @; c3 s1 L- x* r* AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 E$ p3 Y: m5 `( n" L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' b) [3 ?' k/ a/ ~8 @" [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : G; u! I9 W: g# y; u
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, 9 D& @2 P4 X5 y. L$ j
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 a. H5 E( E6 t5 x; aHow you tried to set them free,
~( U* P+ K, U' o" W% b' IThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 b7 P p' m1 }0 ^# p H1 W* Q. s
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