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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 a) L$ D3 B2 V$ O7 y2 i( C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " h" V. ]% F$ @9 Q" C( V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
F! F6 _ q; V U9 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( q. i: M& H t- Y# h4 E2 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; C6 D9 l; T4 w8 q6 Z; j( r4 u( c4 h$ t
How you suffered for you sanity, / J6 b) X- N; V; v+ |/ i: `
How you tried to set them free, 6 K1 n5 a2 l2 W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 m5 Y- W% T. I D: A7 T( EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 Q; L7 }: W7 D0 F( s! ?. H3 s$ T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 O% `9 P s D: D: ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 l7 ^$ z! f+ a" C1 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( Z* Y+ ~2 ~# f/ F) N" |4 U% h+ T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 i9 z D( ^! H+ @: GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 x0 {% m6 D+ `% e$ U4 w# z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 T2 C# h! ~; _- uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 M) c. c: K/ e O/ Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , }/ o; d$ M: A( X/ k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 d* ]5 e( o+ u4 W5 g$ D# [8 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 {/ \$ `5 ^4 Y- gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ b7 f0 g: Q- w) aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; _. z! ]$ C( A1 y9 W/ U
How you suffered for you sanity,
" \! d! ?# L& @4 B' @" XHow you tried to set them free, - E5 i, `( m: A/ n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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