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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. {+ ~7 s+ ~( K" q% b1 P# sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! n4 s0 B) a! Z/ M' C& ~) Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& Y' ^) c9 ?. q! T' q5 g0 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" Z/ E2 A( m( Q% FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( [4 k( |8 r5 _( Q1 Q# GHow you suffered for you sanity,
, t" `2 m! Y* O! Z- CHow you tried to set them free,
. ^6 g( {: h. W5 N. }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) c: |: U2 w4 c0 `1 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 M5 m$ N4 v1 F# l% XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 U; w7 d' j2 [; [/ xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 c* T# J0 ?, G) Y$ T
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,
0 O8 ~# N1 S' E' OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; `! v3 Z [1 @% nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 B( b7 x* ^- s' i7 D3 |$ [) z7 V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# ]" Q% p4 V8 d, X/ F) \' H0 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 U; C+ n4 ^1 }1 Y5 k* }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
y! T: J! C) R6 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ |* Y- Y8 b8 Y- J+ ]0 w7 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% I+ q0 R7 S" J3 X ^) [9 XThe 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,
! Y& X( K* X5 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 h! Z0 q( g/ ^4 O: ?: ]( zHow you tried to set them free, 6 c& Q+ E$ V0 \) H$ O
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 B* L" t8 n- Z0 a! S
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