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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 Y: j m- t! eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' ?% N: @; X$ w& L3 m5 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) a2 y& u& K' ^& z1 z0 G& C# @/ QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 w+ l) |3 F5 [0 ^" f5 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" W& e' A, l# S- a) j4 W' |How you suffered for you sanity, ! ?% \8 r Y5 P
How you tried to set them free,
5 m. e4 Q: E) a% b) O* XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
A8 E. r, q8 X9 E: g, xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, U5 k5 g& f, G+ x! z6 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; N& {4 t7 _* U9 \: m' L- ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & a% u3 a/ v+ c+ x
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, $ A6 |9 G5 _$ {2 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & O [' i* S0 u3 H* S. w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! S3 M' @( \* y, E5 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 |- \# ^2 o, |( s% o& }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 e$ h5 Q6 N) S& `, ^, m" cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, n; b$ p% n2 R8 g4 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 V [; D7 ]' D+ d" c+ S5 Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : v1 B0 M+ N2 e2 R4 t( U. h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ k/ b, C2 b H0 q# |8 a) a# F
How you suffered for you sanity,/ D4 u3 s- [# N4 N3 Y$ }
How you tried to set them free, 6 b2 p8 K2 \5 J# E E+ a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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