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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ l; |" M$ K7 Z+ P- i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 ~3 R6 X% o! e& PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 V0 V/ Q6 z" n# {4 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & r5 b9 ~3 n9 M- s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
O4 a& Q2 E" T* aHow you suffered for you sanity,
% B( R) l, f% W& rHow you tried to set them free, . K! F8 }. i5 c6 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! P& l, P. o' G, g9 {, t9 s3 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! W- ]! U, D, B) t) {$ u- CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 C* e# K7 o( {" ^( {! _# ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# E8 B( l" U1 H- s: H; jWeathered 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,
) P; O* c: E" B! mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, h3 ]: C3 s& t& F, V! L' {. C9 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 M7 I* K! ~# Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 I; }" W2 ^ L9 I! |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 L" e( _( I* V& k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + A4 _! ] C, [9 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- i5 ~. S6 Q1 j& F) m' R3 r: }4 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 N2 P+ ]8 k; W9 `4 }& k! E* M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ y6 {: B" y7 R, PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, A0 h" V: @) i
How you suffered for you sanity,5 v* G" ~4 d. J
How you tried to set them free,
7 s9 F' V" ?+ WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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