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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ]$ @3 U% u# sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 W* ?: Y+ P4 e" M( s: [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# G0 G, w# _. m* qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 t' B6 N/ c+ s1 z( B* v7 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 S# E- B9 k3 [; b& R( z& u3 A! {
How you suffered for you sanity,
# [; S; \; o0 \& u8 G3 cHow you tried to set them free, ' F! Z1 `; A6 i+ A3 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 ?0 L5 T4 |2 R' J" p$ C+ m, a: {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' R# F9 W% C5 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 U0 s. x# @+ ~3 f+ l+ c( OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 t6 v) G2 J8 V8 f) uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 M/ ?* C* Z5 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) u% P3 N6 p! J5 z0 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* Z4 B8 V [9 h: v- [& tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 h, L' ?: q1 ~2 @$ E1 K. I6 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 B- y* `$ n! z: J" A/ x' FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 i1 o9 A9 z7 q( ^. Q" qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 \! t2 X' K1 J; f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 A! s% i6 Y$ l( ?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, ) g$ E4 I" _* o- \: Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 A9 Q+ v: F# \9 n6 A3 |" BHow you tried to set them free, ; T7 ]: j) O$ _& a: f1 ^, R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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