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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% ?. A/ u5 t) R2 c% V. T* TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * `" z4 J" ]' [- B# S0 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 ~1 d' v- k9 G/ _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # D1 g P1 B7 _; _: U. ^& o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 V! c7 X; b9 J3 w. t& IHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 `) q% x2 {! W H* R0 }! _
How you tried to set them free, ( Q7 V) f4 w) T: h7 a5 ^* h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! i( c5 b) p: iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : y8 L& W( b: x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) z$ @9 F7 n5 A7 @! ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 N& z' }, m( O1 ]) lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . j4 S" g& @2 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - ? Q, p( \4 V( l% C; _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 @1 m% F( v8 f) G* N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , O, s6 f6 L% Q. I) } ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# H! @- [6 b; `3 O2 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. W0 f9 ]9 X0 f! ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# V/ P1 o7 R) n8 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 U0 c" U2 i U* d w& ]/ q4 P) {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 \- B3 o5 \( t) f" ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % ]) q9 @, z4 t( m) q- q% K% d
How you suffered for you sanity,: b4 J( z3 O c6 k! c7 m
How you tried to set them free, }, V1 }' ]/ F; Q: f; f0 s6 Q; v' n* K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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