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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. s% F' e/ T+ }8 t6 g$ D# y- ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 l5 y2 [* Y, i8 {5 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: J4 z% A: K4 ?' k! _( y# I& f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% G1 {9 T" M; n# r3 W, U' bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: q2 R9 q. b6 _3 I( x: x% e
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 O- s" B2 F! U# A8 C, q* dHow you tried to set them free,
+ V% S- w# i$ R' }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 h+ G- ?3 N, y# C. Q8 A& zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % E- [5 e: l8 S G I; \# G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' E, E1 n4 B3 q# m( }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ J# A: R0 J0 K/ Q* o% E- eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 k. A% \5 U1 g8 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 i# l; [- [3 O8 \( y6 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) ~5 Y; z E0 q3 \, I- \4 _+ D
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( \7 F8 s: w) o7 O* m& a! ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' A; B3 m& C# _' W. U7 t" IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ?; q: ^ @: pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; X9 w! f+ _5 I: \- n& L! uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 X6 t( K0 E# V( ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : \( _2 s }/ o; r& v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- P% h( P2 v uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + E& M' G) C' Y9 [: h+ y8 g
How you suffered for you sanity,& `* {+ _9 F& h, Y( J
How you tried to set them free, % ~- ?0 c3 k( P: u& L! }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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