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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 x3 |/ G3 Y& G2 U# H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( f6 @9 C9 `5 p$ ^: B$ Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- {" U `" ? z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( H z5 W* Z0 W- U' {0 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 M+ [3 v7 k8 U, [( @ U" e
How you suffered for you sanity,
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6 o6 \( b& k/ @4 L6 i9 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% _1 H+ f- ]& m& S: `" CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 s/ X! ?1 ^* s1 ~1 D) G! ?9 ]5 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
|( r1 O4 m3 O) ^$ `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
o# A/ L% M% Y2 f! {" VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % h2 D4 h0 f8 \% X$ Q3 Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. \! H1 \ K9 \% z: ^4 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 r0 n) g- }2 Y+ ]9 z4 H" {. Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
n9 L$ j, r' T) D% M) oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 o- p h! [- J Y6 }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 {5 i. K$ s/ ~- m: C# r: w) @& YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 }% j E c4 \5 b. l' I9 {; n3 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % c& }! Y% K! _; J+ t1 P% \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * b6 R3 n& s+ Y& x# H4 ?. X2 P
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, * o R3 {7 u" o% x) W/ E
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ d& A: L' `5 AHow you tried to set them free, / Q5 S+ S# V0 P' k9 w# h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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