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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' I, v# j9 c' C; Y$ z: W; [& x ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 P! W2 z& p8 V$ j$ \ y1 ~/ [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: x3 d! |9 g9 D$ J/ G+ _, X7 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 L4 W8 ~6 e( @5 [3 {4 G0 V# `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" m6 E J! \8 e7 W* X1 s l8 lHow you suffered for you sanity, ! x0 h: h3 h" k# E+ N- w( Q, a9 q
How you tried to set them free,
! w& R8 a, U1 _9 v8 d# e1 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
g8 \$ J2 ]" XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % c& r& _/ L. b( S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. A% F( q8 @" P; G, A' Z' G" iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 C9 P+ z0 q M/ ~* ~
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, C4 L6 @, X$ Y: S( |" n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% q, C- R* |6 Y4 N, l- w/ jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 C. d+ N/ v+ j+ }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! _8 N6 r+ f a. m5 x; l0 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + m& b; o9 x% \# y' G1 \( X0 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% h) P" M J6 J) p" IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ Z* y7 y) F3 l" `& Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ ]& C# T# |( Y9 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 P& @! t5 o- q3 M3 r
1 l4 U4 ^0 y0 ?6 s& wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 ]. P4 d5 O3 O5 ~, M
How you suffered for you sanity,* @( U$ R& P U |4 ?
How you tried to set them free, 2 X( v1 s6 U& i" ~$ G9 ~& }4 m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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