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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 N; b0 c8 D: m; S, R- h t$ PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 s1 a" p3 U' pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) c$ a1 a) D5 l& a; _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 @" X2 |' F8 H: H$ P0 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 g- t+ \9 N9 I' C, [) aHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 M# X# H! `; y3 ] n K8 h$ ?How you tried to set them free, $ d' ?( z) G. S2 H: r& f8 R& P' B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 N; E" J9 z( X4 l0 h+ N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . K, k2 z y& s% G$ Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 x+ p% E+ d' C D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, e' H6 X- `/ M0 D, M
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,
1 a! T/ I$ R' \* b) x0 m# d6 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 e7 p, ^& T6 d2 B1 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# B' S$ `. i1 Q5 S ~ ZBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& Z9 ~+ X W, e" S/ ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( I; X, [; k$ }; o5 V5 n! v7 l
! O A! A/ A) U1 ~( K5 Z% d$ Z+ GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- r: u2 O' n: q' p& Z7 H% c8 c* W) @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 }( S0 G" m. p8 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( Z3 `& _7 Y% J9 C* I; `9 w2 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 h( p$ _4 W. Z X7 p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 @% D% x1 O: z1 a9 V( o1 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
; _, l$ M8 b; u* YHow you tried to set them free,
; S k6 |$ D. _# W- o2 b, J; F# i+ HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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