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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 [# `% ~, p+ t4 t! t ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; o, V& o. C! i V$ {0 V0 K; R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) i {! y' K0 \% H$ |1 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : i* j' n( ]* f" w. S9 c( p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 W- z' ?# ?) k5 [3 U1 n) y$ zHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 s/ ?3 G$ d \7 c8 m, |2 g' p. tHow you tried to set them free,
- z( T5 @; k% n6 e4 F# c* QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( t2 e6 N& ~- F6 A; ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 e& h/ g# T+ O6 J" k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 i* X0 a3 q6 b) D/ G& YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ m* y. o: o4 K$ GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ S% ^- e# d+ VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 k; {( i8 Y/ l) T& Z! u) ~0 [+ w( Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' B! J" W( y. r4 D! l+ \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& N! N1 Z( b+ OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, ?$ |' R9 T i V0 n/ DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! S; v- X; ~# `' G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 L+ U6 _" {% k( E& GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 {3 V: o; H; V/ i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; r( z6 b( Y2 Z. L, Y0 b9 [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 X6 b5 {! `$ f6 Q. pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 Q& t; g6 c% K: g: e5 _
How you suffered for you sanity,# k# Y0 d: Q# C; v. {, m3 o
How you tried to set them free,
% Y& e( m3 V) g+ ^. HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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