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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# ]0 h& x$ P2 _3 _: g6 i0 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / n0 S1 r8 }9 t* i6 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, j2 J j! k2 ?# J, s7 w3 y9 y2 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ S! J/ l9 B" Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% A5 @) k) K: J- D4 l- z5 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
; B" i: h$ d8 Z8 s9 `, I( `8 EHow you tried to set them free, : u {9 [% l4 Q& A& C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . @3 L; r% Y; ~+ i. y. N: ?7 P& d& o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ h/ e9 Y5 Q+ _+ m2 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 X8 E% |2 D0 x m* [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 q8 T6 j k2 {0 e& v0 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 c, ~' [( v4 c0 I6 v
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- x: _9 g0 _) j6 i4 Q3 B0 q5 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 [5 M9 {( |, |; }, X2 @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ Z8 q3 X6 f+ l7 vBut I could have told you, Vincent, # Q7 I1 ]. ~5 N: k4 K2 P: e7 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 E. l7 Q3 S" F& D: q/ P, I [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' G4 M. |5 I0 q$ l A+ s3 \+ xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ]: Q6 o3 a0 `+ aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . M9 `$ T4 P* v6 y# p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" L3 f' Q/ `" [+ O e0 iHow you suffered for you sanity,* R0 X1 @; {, u
How you tried to set them free,
) {5 `- O; N& V8 |$ KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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