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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * e0 @8 T. p; E% ]$ k) d7 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 H, h7 F4 [. d" \9 f2 F" m* }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( }6 o: w- [7 f( p5 e. G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. s) g. \: m# Z5 ~0 A3 t$ G$ uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) o9 e$ J! W1 g/ `4 f0 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
: C1 E% S$ d, o9 h6 |How you tried to set them free, ( Z8 N& c, a1 f' h0 J, R# X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " z/ U1 i5 u7 q2 ]& h5 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , f7 \ r/ t8 L; p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 C d# i1 ^) N8 m: W9 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 D$ [; e }2 W" H |' A( YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' X3 D9 u% H3 \0 }8 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ G1 a: @, q3 M) Z( g8 V: e6 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; n, {" D2 G! j) HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 G t8 g, H% ]. {2 G$ f8 [ lBut I could have told you, Vincent, O' X* _2 \ v+ y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ~- u8 ~2 y+ p4 g) b0 O! o; Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * X! e# p: m4 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " |' R1 E, `5 l/ ^; p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 ^$ ]7 U$ t% ]. _- p7 @/ k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 d" x2 ?1 {* Y% k
How you suffered for you sanity,+ u! L, Y7 E& q+ ^: ^. D9 ?4 c
How you tried to set them free, j7 h, k" F0 q* ?' ]3 H- H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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