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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; c7 n# O7 s2 y, A& k7 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( I/ x$ t9 f. N4 z7 v; F: B) uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- u: z4 Q! l7 U8 d2 l, `: ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; n1 A: s/ @' E+ I0 \4 ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 x0 J3 i, r5 j% ]
How you suffered for you sanity, * [! s- B; ?' p W
How you tried to set them free, % W. `; [+ ~; t+ X/ Z$ D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ g6 w, t: |5 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- Y& W" e4 U+ Q/ i% ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 A% W+ S K/ r9 ~, O+ q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 F+ @+ b! v' d% z. G, X) O$ C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & _) T8 ?# [. f/ r9 M# c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . r3 T5 Z T! p+ X) w! t5 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' }7 E; A5 ~% f, z' M& iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ R5 @8 R) j! m& G# JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- a5 S6 v1 y" n# j4 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 p# L0 r; ?9 v/ N! f& q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 E v0 x$ p$ h2 G$ A6 i2 r, KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 Y) N- U6 v! z9 {8 R. R. d1 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) {; U" H% d* o/ I3 b
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,
9 |" b( m# S* } e' BHow you suffered for you sanity," @2 S3 ~0 f! W, ?0 j
How you tried to set them free, ! j! a4 j- x4 g4 d6 @. p$ ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, Y3 R7 n3 ~0 n
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