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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 X) h S6 }" u3 |2 | V& B/ a# _) N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, F* N% r0 n# v) mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 c9 r# f4 P2 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / c0 h" U0 m- m% Y; y4 }# s# V$ S: w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( ]3 ?9 s( X+ |1 C/ hHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 Q, W' g/ ^6 T3 l% {# uHow you tried to set them free, * g/ m! ]) P; h. N- Z+ Z- l D# i) L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ u; X1 e. a# K- j4 n, y4 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - h; f9 D) W8 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; Q" G9 U6 W, @. a& X2 j: Z Y; L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ P) L1 _; @3 x7 w! R% h9 e* u* h- ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # W, S: N- p: R, V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 b: Q1 R7 i* k8 s- Y/ w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 h) n4 i/ j& ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' g0 ?" n, H2 y* l% Y2 `" `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 K$ o" Q5 N' F2 u& s$ M: aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 J( k6 f( ?) q6 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! ?, q& |3 A5 A& e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. a7 o. [( w$ I4 q: \. z/ }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & M$ ?* p" w) g- q* I% q! t5 j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + A: f* Z7 {& @7 |
How you suffered for you sanity,! e$ a2 k- e) O
How you tried to set them free, 1 l2 W) [ C6 ]! [ D( \/ c6 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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