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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% \: M0 z. B+ l2 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. o, e2 l' Y) K+ k) }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- ^/ @. [" s/ e; l7 n0 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + H6 |; R" C& c6 ~% f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, N! l9 Y4 F. ?How you suffered for you sanity,
V; v& K; P, E/ lHow you tried to set them free,
5 q9 y' c. N O7 T3 {( oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 E5 t' s! q; K8 K, {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ N. l0 p, p# M% w; X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 h8 b" i0 q2 g( ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
Q: s, m/ f4 d) u( r7 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' D' l0 E/ d+ z) |" oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# M1 R* ]# J. b+ p# r. ~( ^4 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ V7 |5 \3 ^2 q' _# v1 H1 G3 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 Z+ d4 [! k$ N& v" @* a* `But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 Y8 j% g; ^* K; _0 e$ D4 t* B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( m. V% U; ^! {: E6 C' gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: P' B; V6 C: b4 E9 w9 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 u+ X$ B: S: S9 B, XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # }+ S& P3 l- [4 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; W; l1 E7 k/ o( _8 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 n9 S. m. v- ~. `* ~How you suffered for you sanity, T& B2 G4 R; h
How you tried to set them free,
2 y9 F% V# k& d- WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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