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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. Z) [9 `; w' MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 `/ }% ^- Y, U6 z' r% uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. r$ D% j1 @- a2 c9 t% ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 c& }) m. {9 Q( d4 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 y2 e: R/ J! K- `$ k' p% yHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 v/ @! D$ d; _6 a2 b; _How you tried to set them free,
6 m$ u1 Z9 J8 ]8 K5 f+ DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - S; @4 A' [1 w7 F: o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 h- I5 i. [( Z& }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 X( n9 b ^1 I& X. W. `7 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, H$ I4 a6 H/ I6 H* L& o2 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' V5 b( {- {0 l9 R5 _
! ]6 f- @ L% P) pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# \2 \) m, i3 B4 C- }" [3 {! [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 b. L. b* q; n/ Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . {6 K1 @! h! O. Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 a" L/ w, z+ RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( \- }. j8 }) A. T, L$ p& J- K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( f2 w3 {5 f( o: L* ?2 _3 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & {6 @& O: L+ H: U1 d- b3 j/ F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* G( A# o6 c0 w: P3 S/ \2 J, o, sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 L: y3 R" a% h6 D4 Q, T$ kHow you suffered for you sanity, W, J( U0 B- I- w8 d
How you tried to set them free,
8 g. E% G3 Q2 x* `0 w& JThey would not listen they're not listening still, - L6 J# S$ B3 h. e4 d' q( ]
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