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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* C! U( {$ b* }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. S. o3 U9 K5 f8 |% p0 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 X ?* w# |5 p8 p' Z0 N8 a8 yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ~- u' L' r3 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 G8 P7 Z2 P4 R: G
How you suffered for you sanity, , q, E' e7 e2 @& u2 r
How you tried to set them free, 1 W5 L2 l, g; {5 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; g, f/ R9 s. D0 L0 z% ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; v# G, W. l! ]1 _, lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 u. E* C4 Q- mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* s4 y& @. x% H3 i, @2 L; oWeathered 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,
. m* F) x9 H5 ~3 C2 u7 B' HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ W. |& j& l# d+ w3 Y# V8 SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! e4 Q( w B3 U$ n7 l
But I could have told you, Vincent, . F8 X% p7 n6 G4 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ B) b! V* W$ D' C4 A, m `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 s9 s" v0 n& s+ D+ U/ M7 k( n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# I% Z) d. K1 G. Y4 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 W& K$ Y0 B( [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 g# p( ^! D% f9 x8 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# e5 u* ]7 h, N' C1 [6 cHow you suffered for you sanity,+ y5 d8 k4 K4 L
How you tried to set them free, ! q$ \: q. L+ i; E' Z' V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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