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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 A* S6 e6 g, h0 A5 a) n6 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ?) ^& }# s6 D% Y; X- ^! s! T, JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 e0 K- Y1 B7 j! y5 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ [1 i. n( [7 G( ?& Q! F0 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) O+ x" a. M+ HHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 K3 l+ P9 t* B6 M: j( z0 b
How you tried to set them free,
- P8 J4 [1 J, h! }, F: E+ O( t. iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 w9 K" n5 L* J/ f* ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, C1 F) P1 H ]0 x" j |& oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: e$ i# `" A5 `9 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! @$ H; o9 n! a$ m7 B) ^ V
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,
9 ]4 x. Z! C% [7 e$ d$ xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 a( \1 N' R' ]" Z7 M5 W6 g8 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, / x3 ~% v3 a2 J3 a d: E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 v' v i- j4 y3 J- K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! g4 c, g5 K x3 L% A% e% X
! Y6 G" u5 T o/ nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) H( @" q: k* P3 q* u/ U. k& r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + x$ o; ?$ V# t$ S' a8 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 I9 p# }: L6 D6 ~! ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 S8 M; ]' D# Y( q: o% CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 J* x8 j& A% G, IHow you suffered for you sanity,0 n+ G$ C1 W$ j: l2 d2 `
How you tried to set them free, 8 T* L6 u; Y% g+ h3 t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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