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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. M; ?9 D$ `# J0 E% p2 @; u6 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 {3 G5 O6 M3 R% W' m3 G+ f- |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 Y/ j$ x) v8 d& L. V7 d4 j5 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) y; K3 [8 ^3 U3 f' \! Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 {+ O: Q. N8 J8 f! p/ s1 g/ O GHow you suffered for you sanity,
& ^7 d8 H$ Y. x- b7 {How you tried to set them free, ) s" i9 \8 W9 x* O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 t" k1 i0 L" \# `% Z0 B' F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 K6 o- R$ m( p7 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# N& t& B3 C5 ]/ DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 D3 |' a: k* R6 P; 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, ; F3 f5 n" p+ t% b' i! a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& z4 G* ?; q$ D2 D" v6 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 a' U" u% I+ rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- I9 ]$ F4 i! F% p7 G5 C9 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' i$ a, G4 |" v1 T8 z! x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : w2 B8 Y3 K9 ~& L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& a2 P: o* z4 c6 yThe 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, 7 \% u) e M( c' J
How you suffered for you sanity,
( m9 n. i- _8 S3 ?6 C! |How you tried to set them free, 3 I, L7 z( m) [; e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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