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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( z% }' z" r( j# s( I2 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 |6 k* M5 V( b3 K: c: c+ T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( X8 C1 ^5 Y& F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: K6 i' U! Y1 P+ ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 T; n" l& w2 m0 O% F# w
How you suffered for you sanity,
N: T( J) K4 m" f4 n2 gHow you tried to set them free,
0 C0 e) \9 J1 F3 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( c6 a8 j' W3 d3 s/ k5 r* L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- Z) Q$ l- Z [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 r5 D$ ]# }. j9 R% S1 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 y! `1 u0 _. ], l" h& t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( S5 R* r4 s: g. a) ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! |0 z; }9 T- c) v( i; g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 z4 s' e1 ~# b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! {9 b, z1 n& y7 @ b0 z( _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' G) W$ a2 u% pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 V! N2 D) M _ p. e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' m4 Z8 m4 A+ g8 E- d. U$ ~5 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ [( x, A3 c" G: _- R4 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 g* t, f/ R: b( G$ s: N! NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 ]1 Z! k* C6 d3 A' \8 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + n) g5 b% ?, [% u2 S8 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 Q6 W- @, B) ]) h( y6 @, u# `How you tried to set them free, 6 q8 J3 b& ?5 ~. X6 j2 d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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