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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & W. I- J0 c/ E) k; C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 j* N* U2 u2 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 d2 R5 W% H3 \1 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 h- E9 {3 j' n: {1 j! b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 H- v/ X v% l
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 B) S( R" f" }/ A+ L; A- DHow you tried to set them free, , R8 S. ]$ L" R0 C8 v/ Z3 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 h5 ]" Q: R9 D; v: _2 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * [0 m# \1 X) S+ w) N- N6 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, S6 A" [6 l' D6 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 E2 q% f0 |6 j; h9 O/ b8 WWeathered 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,
9 l: C" L. i: S, FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 U& I4 g2 E( o2 E% [" u6 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 M' S, f$ r3 d9 b, U0 l
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! X" Z9 U' X2 C- I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; }: @% O9 Y* @" | p% p" @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , @) K% m, I0 n9 a9 P7 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , S# o! x! t0 |6 H
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,
0 g( B6 ~$ o* ]6 K. tHow you suffered for you sanity,
& B! l7 \! y& iHow you tried to set them free, 9 h6 a8 u3 k# H7 {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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