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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ^3 `6 r3 r/ W, @8 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) u( t: c8 C1 j6 j7 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 n- i* t2 e: ^5 R- E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' f; M2 E( U- R( i# _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 F/ \0 _3 C( K. |+ V: IHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 M) U; p% I" }8 Y
How you tried to set them free, + o' ]5 }* H1 n+ q6 P2 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : L. h6 A1 f1 j ?8 a! v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 \+ P& h( F& ?4 J6 m! \! F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 E ~" x. K1 `! J4 s) i4 Z5 _( E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, { z3 J' p; Y' h: K- p( J" @$ p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) h9 s' y5 ^1 w' T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) ~5 T4 [1 `# V1 S' aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( ]3 z+ ^! j( D& M R/ o6 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ Y3 v# ~6 e/ Q0 l0 `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 T* P/ H0 y2 g. J% O6 t/ A0 V2 f/ CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ _& G+ h' N# Y% M* x, H7 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + N4 e* ]' D9 Y1 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # `0 u$ D' T+ O3 j6 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: Z1 O6 j5 k* C' ` C! hThe 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, 0 L: A* ~$ U1 Q3 S4 @& b# \5 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Z2 k- f* _- Y* y9 }+ C8 rHow you tried to set them free,
9 ^1 d! z# q: p- fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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