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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! E* N8 N1 i1 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# Z) N5 e* y7 T0 c6 d. w" zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! A$ f% K9 K2 O) f2 `. x4 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! F/ B n# I4 [) T) I- d! k1 {$ GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 t- g% S) r) V) w* ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 e; m# r$ C' q
How you tried to set them free,
3 c2 }% s8 i& A% s( q- wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* p4 ~7 b4 _6 X, e; f% GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 |+ T/ v5 D1 J; E2 wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; B* U$ a" L0 a2 D/ ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% ?) t% J- I! B$ MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ M. @8 f& h7 h; F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . Z- C3 U, ?" S- d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! L8 p& N' G; {0 }2 [( t/ \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" E6 I+ d# U+ H% E5 w8 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, / n; C) n* _% L' E. D( O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % \7 h% F! k) u' L# ~7 Q6 ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; o( p8 R$ D# K2 x1 m7 I* X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ i8 l$ m' H4 p- X* g2 O+ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # U/ J0 D$ g( x5 n# F: U2 E7 a
The 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, 7 \. y! N/ V0 P8 L
How you suffered for you sanity,- u/ z5 X3 r5 ? J5 e
How you tried to set them free,
& K( j5 F& s1 i3 A5 @ F1 C; }They would not listen they're not listening still, % n( F! |1 X+ F8 U# P
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