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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* H Z+ m# O8 }/ M7 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( v$ f9 e$ K0 ?" B4 F& ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, t$ N/ _5 ?% s2 X; M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 }2 q" }& c$ t S2 {0 t$ i5 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 Q! v2 s$ R1 u- U) u5 z$ k# T* P& aHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 E+ w9 a9 ^2 Y1 oHow you tried to set them free,
& z& n/ d8 ~8 N; s1 m' E, FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( P+ x) t/ e. U! d% l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 m A/ q4 w; R3 a! Q; D4 @3 x7 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ w% ~( ^/ h7 O. Q2 r- I# i8 ^1 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 D2 C) j9 P3 d2 w, _: wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( j' n7 Y0 v) \7 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 d m; T3 k$ W! Q9 q+ a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - |. j! A( X" E. K: Y- ?4 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 M6 ^9 E9 ~: o) t, s, x, u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% B5 e5 d! @* |8 Z) V8 l* ^. xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 X) j1 {5 b" e+ T, }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' ~6 }; d% a8 [- e5 N/ KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) O2 c# T' Q8 }2 D$ xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - s: }% q5 ?& T4 [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 f( @6 S p! Y( o: p, ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
' G4 T1 B/ Z- g, NHow you tried to set them free, 6 x# l& ~* s0 ]" h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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