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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# O& u R& _4 Z6 N: [0 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# L0 ~6 H% u% p* i1 P7 S9 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% h( q \4 R b# ^& \" E- HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 Q# V: Q2 {; `9 H& Y; H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. E: b3 U+ S& B6 O' f% h# c1 NHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 h- C5 L% }9 ^: W0 z& i* h
How you tried to set them free, * d0 E, Y0 x) [, d7 B7 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# h) L% J! x7 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* [# |6 t& r7 ^. z# Z1 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 @# R8 A" Q& o$ ~; r- K- m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: S1 d1 a/ I+ s: vWeathered 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,
# o1 ]: K5 Y' z6 D# Y" ]( BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . R" Q% S p% i, u$ _ V7 J/ _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) c( J5 z: d U; i) GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 A6 Q' c' `# k+ W) J0 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ P* x7 [; m3 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 V/ x, X" Y( v! b9 W$ Z( WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ w+ y/ j9 M+ F6 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 {- f/ o. [4 w% u& D! V3 H5 L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 h! Y, s2 h! I5 l' s, Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
& O4 |, n& X9 t& Q8 MHow you tried to set them free, / u7 x1 u* }! q, ~' X+ }4 J0 `) k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 y, |1 L" \ O2 ~0 NPerhaps they never will. |
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