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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% P* Y" Q5 _6 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 D7 ]' f) r; V6 {& w) x$ C! pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ }. Y2 U# C6 @0 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 j+ h( ]4 q2 B; L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! s+ f/ j6 I, ]How you suffered for you sanity, - g( f% w2 l- U( Q b
How you tried to set them free,
9 H1 }, D# d7 h' j/ u1 L- zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 D3 z* b3 u1 n7 p; @4 ~6 S/ }8 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& y6 H1 a6 T$ X5 h! ]7 S8 q2 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 }( W) W, I1 v* x( l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 u, D( R }( x3 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 O; }* v3 K% u( P! o- N+ r/ O; [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 `/ j' j9 \# j1 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 p( z" V( v [- ? w k8 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
L$ {4 [& I9 ]2 L2 c% g! e! p$ uBut I could have told you, Vincent, # B; U% S( ^0 R$ g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! a" l6 i; a/ ?, g1 f+ M8 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; D5 ^6 \4 t9 l4 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 \2 ]: h/ E' Q2 x* ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, }- {' |; j' C% ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) c E- P0 P. ? rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 R( B* P5 s9 M+ F4 ~; \How you suffered for you sanity,; m, Y7 |; I3 p F
How you tried to set them free, 0 ?0 e1 S* }$ I' U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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