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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' _6 L9 S# C, n% y' b5 Z0 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( N) \: r2 g! S8 E$ ~6 S, ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* U; }- i4 l* `1 v6 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # H; ~7 Q: ~9 ]6 X) N/ s8 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: M: H8 n3 z$ n/ b% I
How you suffered for you sanity, " k, ~. y% b C8 y4 Q$ D1 j
How you tried to set them free, 1 ^" F; K: X+ K* F* a# a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. j3 L" P. C4 v8 R" l/ Q0 K) K, v/ V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 A9 F2 ~2 E2 `& e9 ?- \; H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; U4 a$ L8 i: s/ c6 A' u4 gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 d; y( d. [ q& }. q) ?4 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- x$ Y5 {# x* D; ?5 P4 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * Y$ h# \- {7 N6 x# N+ @0 }: v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 x2 X& K: h+ n* U6 m) e6 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " U5 a+ N, n1 o" E! D/ S Y2 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! u( s9 U* \, u( H* Y. aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' [' A, @0 A$ k: }- cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 x0 \9 N7 a. S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
x; D6 ~ V( U6 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 n8 l6 n6 G8 e
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,
. Q; `+ C( x. \/ `How you suffered for you sanity,( o0 o( Z6 u! w2 X$ T* j
How you tried to set them free, ! ^/ r) S! ]5 ?2 \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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