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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- s4 |) R0 ]. Q6 Q4 V9 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & ?0 {1 l1 u; |; M; X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* Q0 }0 h0 k7 |2 `* r! S5 T# T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) i0 @& T' [8 A4 G' f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ F2 v" w$ B$ u( \+ DHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 f1 O s7 k+ _1 J7 BHow you tried to set them free, 7 T1 y2 b0 o9 B& Y) C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 |( g: M3 a6 m. l q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 L* X. V |4 }; ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# R m+ K- {' r( TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : n4 {7 @! g& A ?2 ^
Weathered 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,
4 H5 P r6 g' _$ E0 y% [8 {7 U2 J+ YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ~( L5 L3 S. A% U7 R% f2 k3 W( k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 {; O0 m W# g2 F; eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ I- Z9 Y1 Y- |7 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 a4 @$ [, m4 {" a- w- a- b3 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ }& d0 g, I7 w6 z' B1 R% T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " |+ h: b$ R, }% u) h% I
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,
4 F. j1 h( l& r# _3 [How you suffered for you sanity,
L# u* w! T, F+ N1 vHow you tried to set them free, 1 N' N7 Y; n( x4 u9 l" w2 Q6 P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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