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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 I# M# h* n8 U9 ~; S: i5 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, P/ F5 y: C, S( N- H% [+ y" jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- f& @1 k/ E9 E+ JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ^+ M5 [" H, b- k' |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: ^* S" G2 |/ BHow you suffered for you sanity, + b7 W- X( Y' {$ Z. L
How you tried to set them free, # G0 J: ], N7 p- j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 O$ X& g1 G8 D4 q4 t7 m4 @; }: zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ N9 f* r; S- A1 z: b: v2 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 m; @7 `9 m! @% J) J3 d# sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; v) [) O. Y4 `) uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , [5 A! t" R0 P7 i+ b8 t! ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 M( d; P; E1 Y" e* W- u9 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 U1 a$ e0 n" n$ B7 `6 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 ?; B! t5 C4 y3 pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ I* _( O1 D, f, Z9 _+ X. CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( z) W% U, s6 x, O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; W; @4 X4 e. [5 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; @) K% `6 Q3 f) e* v* d& NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& \: T, }# Y% f2 U% i. `3 zThe 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,
1 q& k3 I0 i ]! ^! u( BHow you suffered for you sanity,+ H; n5 j& E* I3 C, I7 o
How you tried to set them free, * z; M9 T% F/ `% [" ]8 E# g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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