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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ l; g b* W0 Y4 C& U' u5 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % ? L7 \1 F- B+ y* K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 @7 y6 R9 z- {8 T! Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * ^' [6 O* w8 r2 |8 j6 }' O. b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; I1 T! {/ w( h; zHow you suffered for you sanity, ; B" d6 F9 K( n* t) J4 n
How you tried to set them free,
( Z& ^3 ?: [7 {" Q, v4 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - H% W) [9 { ^7 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 S7 ~7 i# _, V: }* C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 I9 i( s. P; B7 f( D% Z* J nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 q8 U9 ^ C, @' p/ k- \6 T' JWeathered 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,
$ h% a9 X5 [$ \- y7 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 o0 Z) H: t9 k x' F9 L# P& NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! c, [8 @8 \2 F: W3 E/ {/ b' |( G
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) _5 E4 ~8 a) w" [ i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) J. V B, y$ R" e0 b3 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 A( Z% G5 y) g1 Q1 A8 h( o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) }# x3 L+ Y+ tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 J& Z0 x/ D& l: J( @$ F# o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 a+ n/ r. J; @9 h* o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* w2 o- W5 i5 EHow you suffered for you sanity," ?$ V2 D: t! @6 H1 q# ?; U4 V, J
How you tried to set them free,
3 L& G% K( g7 `9 A& kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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