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/ f9 }5 e% C' EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 \' q, D6 o& j) L) _. n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % N& `& e& S+ p- |$ ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ X% ~$ k8 S; X4 ?6 ^& n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! f8 M& i, L j2 A2 F0 F/ k3 r& E& sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* G- R1 l$ ~# q* A) L
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 |& S- N% B: O9 `6 o. J+ ?( mHow you tried to set them free,
& n0 {% t# k# i0 e! xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . ?- K- b* I7 r0 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & v* }: B6 n1 [' U3 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 {, [ r T( j3 `7 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + I' T; t: G& v( _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! i% x# E) ]4 w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - X0 y7 [. ?& K2 V: l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 D4 ^9 Y( I3 v- e# k8 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ @, P' e7 u# }* L+ Z! LBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 ?% ~9 q$ D+ k6 O. b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: ~& O; i% L9 g7 P6 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & X& w& ]4 B( V$ j2 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 U. p* Y+ {7 d& w/ f/ h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 @5 f& K3 p+ w. a+ d( K. DHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 j5 M/ f" k- t% pHow you tried to set them free,
- e$ s5 W. T* ?0 G8 G( c" g* B4 JThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 V+ U6 h9 r! U. k Y) T
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