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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, [: A' ], ^9 G( J5 c$ z0 b" ?1 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 \ E, T" q# y4 ^, FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 j! J9 ^( i7 ?: U# |( T1 b& a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ?. n5 B# N5 w( Y4 [% {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 @9 m1 p7 D) t' U! V/ c1 a
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 [' a. q& W% K
How you tried to set them free,
, R8 d7 d) x: r# C5 B5 q7 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & p9 G2 [$ R) V6 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 p" ?4 v' a9 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 z: s6 P1 I' b: g7 w% gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ]( L8 m, ]' EWeathered 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,
6 i# o: E' g. b/ {% EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * K7 K& I4 [( u/ B/ n+ F$ p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. J( [" L( S$ H. q n0 S. e) U9 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% `* h+ f1 A# mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 G; L2 E- V: r; e, e( o& bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 O8 T3 r8 Q$ L. U( l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' ~' ]0 N: ^ \6 U E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# [, d1 W/ g% E, _) c4 {7 i( XThe 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,
; [2 T4 m) g( C7 N9 e, DHow you suffered for you sanity,$ \* ~/ }5 m# g# R3 d+ j% K
How you tried to set them free, 8 k$ y2 D( P) H1 G- U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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