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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ]3 o/ d, _4 n9 }3 e5 g) ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % E, h; t# j1 e: ^! m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ u1 I5 o4 @1 l- u' P2 J* U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 b! u+ [( K8 k# @! YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( h) w5 m& S5 T+ KHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 `3 t& K/ @- d6 n( n
How you tried to set them free,
7 J* s; U, A2 w; j5 K7 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' j3 {' v) `7 {, R4 ~9 r) H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% y# t* l4 A: ~+ kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. E" s' m) g* x0 {5 Q, \' kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 Y; W q; y8 J5 n. v% L/ q/ YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ |% p5 {0 i( @8 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 a. T1 I- Q, Q8 g/ }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( d: f/ a1 }0 r; Q- YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 }- L7 ^) @4 J- D% fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% _0 K/ k' F. I: b! H6 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 Q) r$ O& Y. n) y6 [. I$ X! ^2 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; E8 e) w2 r" E9 h+ e' g. {9 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 t3 f; C5 a5 X/ @2 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 M5 N% e4 F+ G+ D/ n; [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . f: h( z! q, x
How you suffered for you sanity,
. E# D0 D+ h# M: fHow you tried to set them free, 4 O1 ~& b4 I: ~( @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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