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; I% @4 A) P) q# N- f0 ^9 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & \6 v3 R( |0 o9 z# }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 d* k2 ] W- K" [: N5 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# }9 Z! c5 L) l" ~# M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& U: z$ M0 D# D: a. f- v8 b; Q0 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 m, r- B, s& [/ F) D
How you suffered for you sanity,
% |: X* H6 P7 [How you tried to set them free, ) R6 s. Q: q( w& e: f1 n# a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - x1 B5 }! N$ x2 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 g( ~/ |$ r. s3 @# J' C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 v0 [4 U X6 f! D qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " c3 w6 \ F, |4 _8 U! C; x
Weathered 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,
* U0 d6 I1 f- C! [& j& E. v# o# DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ d( K# C x+ g5 O' W( y9 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ q6 N' h' I% T NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 ^, }3 _: s2 H7 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. H4 w1 Y% z+ f0 a9 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ S) q, f: K! p& Q8 m1 J6 @- lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! F e% \, X& l/ I7 m6 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( s+ B8 S+ A3 U7 p: l( C6 }) Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: C6 P# A# @! \How you suffered for you sanity,) Q3 |! Z7 V0 h
How you tried to set them free,
* O$ n, v8 W( dThey would not listen they're not listening still, . M& Z1 [1 ~5 k# U% E
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