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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + d3 K, l5 m6 @, l8 c' }' k% a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ I z$ z; }# { Y/ oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, F5 O0 X% K0 o2 o; m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' N. {& Q" s; I1 N0 M1 Q; [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: p- o# C e* e3 D- |. Q( d8 L4 lHow you suffered for you sanity, : [! m# _" W v3 b" R$ ^% p N' _
How you tried to set them free, 5 E% N/ h6 u9 h5 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 P+ V4 X) U5 M& ^2 \; k& f! h L# _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 I' v' K# O' d, tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
a; G# t) V7 y: d/ e' lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: O+ J& v2 u+ `3 FWeathered 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,
0 g1 C" e' B; D" jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& \' V* D, \# B7 j, VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& O7 F+ j+ W7 F3 XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ ~% p3 G$ g7 h- R' ?; }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 v2 X) Y7 O; v$ z+ t* h; o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 u h0 H6 x( JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" f% J- a9 R, ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, ?1 n# Y/ O, i2 t' }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' t; G: @& B! Z8 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " K4 p+ D2 m4 Z1 S% C) t/ }
How you suffered for you sanity,/ Z( _% e. b7 h; h& @8 ^0 d" v
How you tried to set them free, ) `9 b7 h. J9 @- [, j# X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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