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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' d) O, ]- s6 D2 i4 M0 D& t& ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : h# ^2 H2 L0 j, q4 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 o. z; }% a- A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % U6 J$ O+ u# z/ p& J! _) d# ?7 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ N& c+ b: e2 |( x7 `" J# f
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 Q4 s; E5 c6 ~6 J4 O) dHow you tried to set them free,
1 z8 O: s- J! o+ ^" S* b5 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 n* p/ r3 P# G' M7 ]* {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( @% `; c. p& d) u1 N+ MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 B `, I3 F8 j! c' |4 g0 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) }9 Q4 l6 t7 T9 \" c& ^1 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 s2 r4 t* q! S% R0 S% a4 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 l( ]6 F( ~, [1 l* }, p# _) Z; MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 N9 L. H! F( `. RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; L* n7 k f3 u w5 c" F6 NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 W2 a8 p! {. XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 ^! V* u" O$ [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 h8 Y- M: P$ o: }+ Y3 ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) w9 F) m" X% t* g) H% f* }- L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ z$ u) p3 [& ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + @# m+ o! s+ ^/ b8 Z, C7 W! H( W0 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( x( t, p/ M5 G9 Z9 s' p/ l
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ ~9 D- S" w- d/ o& z' dHow you tried to set them free, # g7 R( O" x8 d# g
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 B* V5 w$ A3 l0 _" [+ A
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