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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* A8 A8 s# M" t+ w3 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
O6 c4 G% `# p( n, S s- z/ [! p8 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 Q: M2 U! y: g. O/ C$ f+ U. U9 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 _7 h& M) [; R! e/ Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ J8 M# L" c$ V2 u/ c/ V8 W3 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 W% h$ ^* Q, n" m2 n" Y, `How you tried to set them free,
7 q4 V' }) J! OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- w, Z, }9 A& G% m* KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & R) S0 h6 n. t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 ~3 y% d6 `+ s8 f9 T1 h7 f8 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) G! v8 s8 R) n2 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! o* s. o9 n9 ]2 [ G8 e1 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, K3 V! ]( f4 d. w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ b4 l0 ^) o3 g6 R L3 C QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Y' \. _( }+ C* [9 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! v% e6 d1 @" A; x( ^$ u ` m% c3 k- [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. [4 u. ~1 [! b, z' @# V) F- I, QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, P8 w$ J! ^/ HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 x( P8 g, i1 L: R3 O0 h3 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 ~$ @/ v8 \0 ~! `; OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( n$ g3 E$ Q1 b. ?& J0 V7 u9 C+ C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' h, j7 `4 n- CHow you suffered for you sanity,
# X% z6 S: S0 p2 @( @+ ^How you tried to set them free,
/ C& c1 M1 ?0 e( n' C" sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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