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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 S" i! I, [8 F* z1 B4 K0 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, V0 n9 m9 Z% C F/ R. T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: I9 C6 N" r3 t" Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * c/ V3 l& l; b( x( y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 S7 {; M: l% v2 T7 L6 l
How you suffered for you sanity, , O* X6 q0 a+ L& L1 r( h* y0 d @
How you tried to set them free,
4 O: Y+ | n3 A ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ Y1 O3 G8 E1 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 |! z! N6 ?& _1 L" OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. d I2 u6 w3 F9 h: \' k8 @2 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" Z! ~; M- u: K% s- v0 m ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ F+ q; C% E, M9 q+ a) D4 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; O' Q1 R" B+ m' c s! A8 a* YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: T S5 M4 r+ U0 \! X+ v' vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ~* w/ k) s' q: _' h9 rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. ?$ q; r4 |. ~+ t& HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / ^/ E% M+ l9 j0 O) H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : z* t5 J3 G% x* c/ z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # X. d- X) _3 M+ K0 K& r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 g5 N+ l# a" S- KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 c( c! V) @! e e# Q8 G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; P }2 H0 ?' K8 u$ q
How you suffered for you sanity,. k5 {" U6 A0 X. x6 ^
How you tried to set them free, & l: W9 S/ G9 m
They would not listen they're not listening still, % n2 D- v1 U/ Z+ K
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