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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 o9 G9 @" L e" h9 Q# c: y8 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & g g' y9 S9 N7 r5 Q4 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 }9 S0 x6 d. W/ v- L- @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ q1 r/ D3 [3 h' ?7 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& K% Z3 F) I( l2 h" v
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 O3 A k" Q) {, c- Z
How you tried to set them free,
+ g; Z! P2 r' L2 }' C. t4 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 E4 ^5 t/ A0 u9 a% x. ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 k: y$ o6 ]# S9 _9 z4 W7 X3 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & h L0 C0 V! Y8 e T; C* z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: q1 z p8 Q9 V% K2 N' o V7 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 f0 k- ?+ L7 i5 t" b* r/ Y/ iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ U( ^4 M, O: A3 q& f! j/ gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
Q& ~/ c W) I6 i/ ^: lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# _& I, F8 v2 U0 f8 X5 C$ Z# gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. [6 p& M" F$ D- V# h* X' qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& G4 C2 t, M) p$ H, E1 K8 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! g3 M* I" ]" e$ j8 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + z$ j$ R% s Y' `9 f8 Y* x% U- x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% ?5 q G3 H* F$ D6 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 ~: I- O' d$ A( {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + T, u* [' ?% l# o, V" ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
% \& F2 X7 s: a9 AHow you tried to set them free,
/ c2 Y* i1 Y5 @, C& g- \! b2 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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