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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ g; N+ l! W' ]* x+ L: Q5 F( zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 Z% d$ ^% A+ s _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, F7 S- ]3 z3 \7 R- Q, O* \' T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. T; j' x, R4 o6 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 M, e: ^$ l- Q) B2 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
! w1 {; g1 G2 k/ l) N; `How you tried to set them free,
; r: ?! \0 E$ ~! oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; u6 ?( C3 e8 G! x* P ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ O! k; a3 r1 P' M u7 `4 m5 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . j- b/ }" z& Q$ N+ h$ q8 u3 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
K( l# K9 p( j" T* {- RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - t8 j: s9 C' _' b, S1 {7 N6 P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 o0 ^( L- V) v$ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . C6 I3 g3 z8 a" {' ^- C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 a) u i* o7 e6 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( L2 | k t, f9 j, I# w; j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ ?" {, x2 Z1 i0 L7 m# J9 d: nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" f: R6 S/ M( O! oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 ~8 D* p* O" t# U9 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 k5 ~* M: F0 @4 Q/ g6 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' c" c) j+ r0 P4 g" O% E2 m4 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 w# X' }4 @9 a4 V$ w
How you suffered for you sanity,
( {: o( ?0 ~+ N. W4 oHow you tried to set them free,
) Z& t* O) H Q: U4 g- FThey would not listen they're not listening still, - f. E5 R6 ~6 G5 l: t! [8 c
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