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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 [; T; w( [; E1 k( _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( ]) b: [* Y5 b8 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ |1 j ^- P+ X/ v+ T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) L) L! W1 w0 s# P8 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 m; B% i2 l- {6 F) P4 a! Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
; O5 {: l1 T) l# y5 E/ Q; T- ?& hHow you tried to set them free,
4 k4 N3 s; \. L8 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! {& s" i1 q, y! PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : y9 e) r3 o1 a" a X) Y+ C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' `8 J1 o, w. p% |& F$ r. B( ?% CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, g- }, u2 _& Q) z: A: E
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, ; v! v3 {' k: r* ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * O# Z: e5 z u' \+ O, V( W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . w& O( R2 `+ A* r$ m+ L8 w
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 k7 z ]2 E3 L b z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! G3 y( |* h# {3 p: K+ J7 Q7 s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( A9 c2 R- Q- h* o/ @# I5 h8 y7 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ [5 z% U1 Z6 K+ S8 \4 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . ?1 q" `: J5 a9 R0 S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 F' R K9 s7 y+ Z
5 J) V' g! g+ B, N& TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 p! P6 x- A/ _. w
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 ~3 ?& Y7 B, c4 WHow you tried to set them free,
% d# D; e' t, u+ `( X. W! AThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 n5 K# Y- K4 g6 ~) ^! X
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