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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 _: D9 ^; E% |" h1 W) S2 H* M( N! QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : @: A, K" Z1 k8 Q* `; \; \) r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- R7 ?/ s4 P, d5 G7 G4 L' y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 `* o, u' J3 c0 N: z. M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 d- ]3 P. a- `+ n
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 O1 p* S* N( f% T+ d v9 y" n1 U
How you tried to set them free,
$ S8 j. Z; m" ], s0 V1 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ]: H; f2 I* p" z% rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 ?0 W8 I1 g1 e# iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
T5 h# |" D Z$ y& y: T! R: F0 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! N. o8 ]/ g; ]) J& y2 hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 y8 k& }6 {9 I7 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( e2 Z7 Y: |8 ?1 P1 g2 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ V# b& y& M/ U* G1 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) A6 D0 _. k0 F, S" FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 R4 U% T, @; @ O% r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 J) a' |! J. E/ t# D
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 X% U7 [4 E9 m' V2 K' [; ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' a4 w& A+ |& B! W9 m) GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 q) x* L Y$ u9 c8 q1 a& jThe 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,
5 N0 x. t- K2 C; FHow you suffered for you sanity,0 P( a% D: z' c
How you tried to set them free, ' h. J$ r# f( x; E! c
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 d2 a6 q8 P: j0 K
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