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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
z2 w- [" {( y9 B/ ]5 w+ h! NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; w: @9 |9 o, l# ?+ M+ W9 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: G/ `% J) x$ N5 _5 {5 J6 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + g5 g7 J% @. ]. B0 [2 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. G* ^/ t6 G/ OHow you suffered for you sanity, , o7 p$ E+ t$ Q' j8 U' ?3 y
How you tried to set them free,
( t& r6 p& F, d* @ BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' B3 K3 S- O% T6 U- `( Y$ _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 H8 O* k: o+ ~6 z* m' cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ @5 J8 |( w O3 J+ v" kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ a! e1 D) R/ }& [. A# J, OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 b, V: w3 i' U' }" EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + H" x% T: m7 Z' u/ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 m; R$ Y) {* ~3 c4 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! G/ I7 T: F$ O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 T' H! n3 W0 Q" P+ V6 f" w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 Q! x& L" v! G6 S8 c$ t0 \/ L* C" a1 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) }' Z! c6 M, O$ @* eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 C" r6 Z6 n( s# {4 [: u# PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / V. P: b0 |) r/ x6 l
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, 4 b0 I6 I3 ]! |, H2 T0 U8 A! d
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ~5 u( l+ \$ `" t+ u( THow you tried to set them free,
: z) {! ?) F; l1 \# pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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