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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 `& n. _7 z# gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 @" [3 y# D* s. ^- R1 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 p7 c$ o- n3 R" a7 {1 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; b6 k2 N, P% J$ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 W2 Y7 r, u, \8 H' X7 R
How you suffered for you sanity, ! P/ P* D: }% G: t
How you tried to set them free, # i$ v: V; G4 B& Z9 L) N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . z: W6 p: Z$ }# l1 k H% |5 y; W7 |( k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( T% r+ t5 f, t* y4 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ B [1 _! n) f' g/ SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, O. g. E% M6 I+ d# U0 c: y3 r
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,
) i$ O9 \. E1 } m: ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 t- Q1 E4 O! k+ }You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' F: p: H2 l, \; u! M8 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, # i3 N/ l2 U a4 j# n. Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ a/ p' ]( a- a8 h j2 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' g5 T3 i: {" v; W7 ^& U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- q( y: S+ p( W* h B( E; kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, t) e( \1 B' K7 Y" i4 k9 B6 ]; IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 I, l7 h1 d. ^% N7 g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 V" T/ }) ?5 h; YHow you suffered for you sanity,
; Z( z; x# m6 X3 [1 w6 x# Y) HHow you tried to set them free, . L' S* f }3 Y% \% L8 C6 c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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