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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% |! E; |# n( E% Q9 S2 o# r; V* WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 {, i2 |/ q, M! kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," h4 E8 c) F! O1 @1 j( S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) A6 q( M9 z, l2 b. I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& D' |9 ~- ^- v- D7 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 v$ p; r2 {( V, O# SHow you tried to set them free,
8 i2 o% n. Z q) ?' C" wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 U @/ h5 j: r% j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ p9 ]! Y5 ]# u( l! ^9 O9 s$ ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 s6 D- z$ M8 j9 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) W h x6 @- w XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 _, c# c% D1 m2 K) x6 {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 ]% X' a3 E. J1 M) F/ y* W* X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 p$ @+ z( w" K+ rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / _7 j9 k/ w* c7 N, b+ g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 p* q6 l! K6 r. Q6 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 u% U# a9 I: V% [
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& S7 T& ]- L D) eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! n \6 V9 }, e' h1 u$ _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . i) S* l0 [ ^2 x
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,
8 m. u# |# R0 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 \. o' P1 J4 ~1 _: O% LHow you tried to set them free,
( i: V( G2 ?2 b6 t0 ^They would not listen they're not listening still, ' {1 D2 f1 k$ m$ `
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