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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
b9 o: H6 S" L6 l/ rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 s5 x+ [+ J% f$ G0 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* y( }& x5 c. |) j2 W' ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ~' _3 ~# @7 g7 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 G* g( ^6 O+ U: G) nHow you suffered for you sanity, / `" v* E. h- ~) O8 s$ p
How you tried to set them free, # e8 }: h- L' q' @- U2 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 B+ Q0 E+ ~! u. D0 [# B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ u$ c$ y/ j- \( ` O( _6 s& TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( N, Q/ j' |) u; ?; V, \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ~ R. F# {! u! @/ c2 {7 h5 U) EWeathered 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,
' B0 I4 M7 Q6 f8 U3 ]% i+ hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 G/ f! v- Q+ }8 i% `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 ]4 s a, S* @- ]4 o$ O& M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 i( A- P6 X$ BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . E7 d# t p0 B! D5 _( v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 j1 h* e* F+ X' U8 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # A8 G$ r0 E) Y: Q' B8 W1 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 N6 P2 s7 f2 m! k# ? cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * p, k( ]. c; N" i0 \# b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 @$ G8 `& {2 |$ F! g5 a" yHow you suffered for you sanity,, @) }% [ i( G
How you tried to set them free, . k% V$ {* C, o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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