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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 [4 R c) |$ c+ L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ }: f$ w2 v" {9 s. wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ m1 i4 @- X) C; t6 }. Z- E( g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# S9 t7 d6 I* y3 y- d6 f. gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 E" h. P7 Z7 zHow you suffered for you sanity, : y! A4 Z5 e2 K/ N z `' t
How you tried to set them free,
: ` h, P: w2 n" R0 e2 b* tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 G5 ~# U* a3 _2 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , G0 h$ s, @ V6 V9 T% ~9 t5 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , J2 o" d7 w) ]0 |6 I( Z7 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & P6 @# R* C8 Q8 A+ T, E- s' W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% [( `' }7 H$ K5 O e& {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, _3 T* Q1 E1 R5 K+ `6 @5 T6 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : I& E& p P+ u* Q A7 ^3 W- X7 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, Q" N+ Z' K+ E9 F% SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" |% ?6 c* X0 ?* V' n' {/ \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 k& \" ?4 r) Q0 G% }& a9 v0 m5 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ i; `" h# j+ Q, A$ J% JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 N) d( g3 A( lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 M% [# p3 Y' L. a q6 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- @$ e; b1 c! M( U: X, cHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ Z% X+ f7 p l4 }1 L+ Z( o* \2 RHow you tried to set them free, ( P4 V" j: _9 s1 \4 r% G' T8 ?( H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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