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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 n G. l) l: R h) F, ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 P( D! t$ G9 Z5 i: b; o6 S" J) PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' P) H- E7 C5 W* q& L8 R9 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * l* C' P+ R8 x0 v: ~) q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: F: T0 U/ j% L
How you suffered for you sanity, " m/ o, P$ z: Z% h
How you tried to set them free,
" W! S8 c) v8 [. [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; o" a, s2 y1 J' ]' C6 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & }6 I. Z. f! a8 \% i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 Y0 E& a. N. a+ {9 I% S. cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / p4 I' ?" R7 |* Z) b0 C1 b
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, ! d: B" ~1 R `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' |& k/ ^( C6 Q( p. Q6 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . f, y) ^ }5 o: l! z+ O: O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 S3 e! f7 k* v2 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ t) T& o1 u, r4 N$ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ r* d- m9 s q% DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* O" f# R, n% ~2 _4 fThe 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,
4 D- b9 p1 e& _9 @. y, |How you suffered for you sanity,; X* t/ {/ k( x& Z+ y
How you tried to set them free,
/ H" M3 ~5 o2 B* Z. U PThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ T' T+ G6 w* x% {1 \1 C$ R" M
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