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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 m& g+ R; c" ~9 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * k' V9 K+ P" k0 E: _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- K1 |: N; ]7 x* S4 k+ |+ DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 w0 r: V- U5 o0 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 E0 p! M* t) R: a. G
How you suffered for you sanity,
! [. |# f+ Y+ M7 {4 f" P/ o1 CHow you tried to set them free,
3 Q0 ]: b8 ~; r! h5 v$ ~+ wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - [$ t' f. l' c7 ?" r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : S! t7 ~' I1 F/ j6 x& N3 ~4 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % o* J- h. @) B: f, @/ N4 F8 r; \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; X# k; J9 k9 @6 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! B% G; \" S( w* ?0 \- }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 Z( p1 v* Q& c$ k. K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' o Q; X6 S% E! J3 C, O7 `6 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& H( P& K) g' \ c6 j( u0 dBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' Q; S* ?3 q# O: k8 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. R! i1 P! ?2 O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! w7 j; `& U# a) ?, a$ { I% vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" _: u: f: |% _6 B5 O2 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) h2 }1 w9 m# r4 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 |3 u, v) L7 p8 s; L' RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! n" p O1 H+ ~" T" k nHow you suffered for you sanity,6 o& _0 E2 Y* i/ y; }9 B0 [4 d( z
How you tried to set them free, ; l& [' G9 e) [/ g+ n+ ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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