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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) p4 q/ ^. A: g* ^2 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" \& g3 G5 c! ]9 [1 S) t- dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ { {( e9 j7 Y" m- {: q! xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 |4 \8 V( Y1 O0 ?8 U9 g" W% ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. P; H# N- D" D# i' @. H
How you suffered for you sanity,
# |' s! D- B( G% q. N/ Q7 [How you tried to set them free,
8 F4 x4 l* L5 X9 S1 M5 ~4 [2 c0 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 _, t) C. Q+ a" w; qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 V- c, g' M6 F! n" a+ X/ s! r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 A( H/ W2 U8 @: ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 s2 D, j3 w& I8 Q
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,
/ C9 o6 |! U( bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 E1 y* v2 U0 P( G, g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 g, {1 H( n# G; D7 DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ \4 o: `- `4 V: `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 x/ d$ `! J# @" D: W" g6 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ z9 ~, \- c! Y3 ~9 e. Y9 }9 \% t( }% ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 U2 i# W/ z3 t: Z) `* @; {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ K ]" C+ F, [, v" D. V' X: zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 ?0 R7 `) I$ O# e( t/ pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 ^5 D% [8 P6 H# x& cHow you suffered for you sanity," c, c: D- A- W3 `
How you tried to set them free, $ o" \) s- y1 T a
They would not listen they're not listening still, " c H% A2 H/ w. u
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