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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
_ W5 x# L- z/ @0 Y! U4 z1 p5 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 k5 l, z5 W. Z) iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 R# K2 e( A* l( U- k' m: Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # e' O+ Z( a. Y9 O6 X( H# U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 E, T4 ?: {' F# Z) o |How you suffered for you sanity,
2 O9 F, A2 r2 w7 e/ i8 ?% tHow you tried to set them free, & \0 a B' C& X) [4 m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 j8 T: g. f! [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 f" f$ R3 p! k/ c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 d! L% W$ B2 Z0 C$ z( Q0 A$ I. T- Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 _0 Q6 v: ?1 b3 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & S+ @* K' w+ D0 n, Z8 h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% U6 f+ z( T" d% gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ P9 j: B7 R# R j0 k$ J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ]5 z7 w, R- m/ B5 N3 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 X! g. B$ E: T7 v4 [# X3 q1 a/ L5 _$ W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 W7 B1 q( E% V& }' d/ y
3 P7 [- v9 R' @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 Y* |* m9 o6 m$ j! q1 {" I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # S' w' P* R. V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ z/ t( V; n$ h8 M1 Z1 n }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / g! j; e1 H9 B8 l. e' i. D
! D% Y! s! E) r: U! p" H, KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 u: R' L! D" {! X- H! VHow you suffered for you sanity,2 L( v/ I5 ]5 x8 q
How you tried to set them free, 0 A6 q; y/ ?9 I4 g- n7 r& B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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