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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 h1 V; H& C+ k2 K# T+ ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, e3 T, r b$ e0 u7 l. b, {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 I6 V4 `* C. g1 a. ~5 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, a6 V" d& O/ |5 j8 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 y' ]7 ?- y8 L/ r! d* i. GHow you suffered for you sanity,
; o& H! q8 }# T) Q. H6 }/ a/ ^4 kHow you tried to set them free,
5 O! d& H c6 ?' _- `, MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % r! F) N3 V5 t! ~& ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ]+ n7 c3 O% C+ U- T4 h* XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) ?2 [5 W; g$ c+ x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% n& X4 ^+ H& U8 A, a. ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 U% z9 ]# ^6 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % F! g N8 v! M# h4 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * x- W* g: W# J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ h3 O3 J1 m2 H4 r0 j& M; M; W' {But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 a/ a7 t* W8 _/ V5 [7 M0 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- u: L: Q/ Q3 N2 d) p* jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * F# O% p. B/ u! B: X3 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & M q) `1 d1 `# I3 k z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * }+ p0 ~, P! I+ p# P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; x5 i! |. H9 R# N( Z) MHow you suffered for you sanity,0 s4 s( ? U% n ^7 U
How you tried to set them free,
. ^8 d, n' l, f) m9 H" m: JThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 `+ C" p( t1 u2 d U
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