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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 S) J+ c* R8 G3 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 U0 D. Z- V& s! ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ U# k* G- q$ H, V5 u& F7 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ q# I( t7 _, r, [4 f: g9 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ G& T0 L% e- f) B4 ~2 g7 SHow you suffered for you sanity, * K6 ^0 y! \% I
How you tried to set them free,
5 G4 V R' y7 T- I& N# yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) t1 w# P: n1 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ k% E3 S1 T; k1 I8 X# a3 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 h) e- c+ u8 l6 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! N5 ~! N* `, ?0 \+ }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 k3 H+ N; F2 d: E0 s! ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . e7 d( X2 J1 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- P# x5 E8 s* OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, F( ` T" u% d& `& G" Z* M6 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 f! }" }9 U2 m# ^2 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 T% ^8 ~; d+ [/ c0 j x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% Z" {$ ]- @8 u7 }6 a0 ]* @; \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ \7 w1 _2 o6 W( H4 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' P2 c2 Z5 b O3 |1 MThe 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,
% v: o$ z" ~$ t0 `2 wHow you suffered for you sanity,' a& @# r1 ~9 X1 Z+ C/ P3 j8 L7 m
How you tried to set them free,
! e! _* C; K9 e4 FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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