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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ z& p3 t+ ]+ c3 u4 {* B! u0 Z% QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) W3 L1 O( P+ N7 ^8 p# y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( _( `% ]" ?' f( `, pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 |0 c# z1 ]( T- m1 g: yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) D* N+ M+ _6 J" g5 i7 b3 UHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 r4 k2 ?$ \4 c( }- Z, L+ h& o
How you tried to set them free, " e1 L& u: |+ O0 H$ o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* x# e9 o$ f: I$ Z0 T/ x4 m" CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 h9 N( v6 Q! N& h5 b! f" hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( ] r0 ]* X7 L3 IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( m; G. a* |' N. L4 {! kWeathered 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,
+ X9 Q1 h; ]# X) N0 n1 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 ?5 o3 w8 L5 s" q9 P8 _You took your life as lovers ofter do, % A, n$ _" E. U9 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 t a( e4 ? G! u* K% s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 v9 ^! V: s: e0 R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 l& A5 v/ B8 h' \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 D0 @( {% ^+ K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 }" p' |& ]2 x8 k
The 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 p; j% i& L. o$ `+ NHow you suffered for you sanity,: \2 T0 B& C) A# G$ e
How you tried to set them free, / P2 _9 [- g8 k1 ~+ C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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