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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 F; s. Q$ w8 p) |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( X* v7 k( }7 b5 x: C5 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! k( ~8 _' f; [" X; k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / r, v! ]2 ?6 S1 [' ^ [3 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 [; }$ S; e) d' J' K$ a" p0 V, t
How you suffered for you sanity, % ?, S) M1 v7 N
How you tried to set them free,
0 f" N8 A+ a3 U$ n2 N; a; ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 u: t: L" |* p" O+ Q( _5 I5 Q6 y0 `. F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 N) X- A6 H# H' z1 `6 r& T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& m, T' A( y" ^+ j* C5 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 t `3 z9 {& I% N& B* z/ ^2 r; Z3 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: s+ g# }' O! u6 DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 x8 H0 L+ H# j/ B0 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ a9 e, W0 _1 T, O' fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % \" ?* l& r; m3 m4 [: b7 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, N# Z& W4 d$ Z) WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' H5 T' n; v8 `& H; q# F# k6 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ ~" I" q2 u8 q B. G5 a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 ]( g8 m& ]# [& b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) c0 I7 |! R7 w( t$ v
9 ~; t9 p. G; m( e4 QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- o; p0 j9 `2 ^. kHow you suffered for you sanity,6 d& @: x/ ~! J" _
How you tried to set them free, G+ E6 T; ?3 w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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