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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 N; w' h# Y4 J1 K* J( `; \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# w& Y3 X) ~( G5 M2 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& ~/ W* \1 j) K( n, W7 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 i' Q$ L5 l8 |, p8 [' z/ p _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, P0 J2 F% [' \, q/ z* t
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 n6 p& }/ Y, NHow you tried to set them free,
+ M, S4 s, ^# w) L* Z4 e# oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 u9 Q, o: I3 p |- Z3 B. I. tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
{' q B0 U* g. Z3 c# FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * e2 R, ^7 o1 w+ v6 w' h1 e/ w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* ?0 V6 K+ [7 C# N! m b) lWeathered 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,
7 C( O* A& _' S# s. D( oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 E5 i* k' o" V, f- b3 K' fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) n2 l$ _' C- h t" Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, " B" I# K0 h3 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! A6 i! M" b2 g5 k. G/ a' U8 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& w n7 s0 w- X% lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 W7 B/ a6 z5 o: X' L, W# ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. P/ `) N) t8 C' k$ lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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F; G% R! {( u3 q3 Z4 @4 _ \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" S ^; i, D; j& x% A5 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
& B! d9 G, ~" N- X6 L* KHow you tried to set them free, % c. l5 u: m0 [$ F
They would not listen they're not listening still, * p* W% Z! d$ f0 [2 ^7 c
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