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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; O$ V( ^' b! n2 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; a8 Q6 K& ^/ Q# U8 j5 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, \/ v- P; r+ i$ O3 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 v v" m% Y# ~- v0 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 f( L. ]/ F3 F! S
How you suffered for you sanity, # g& f- F, c+ a5 [. F1 q* a
How you tried to set them free,
+ d8 M. P& Q& n3 @3 g& i) `- DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , Y* H& e! I% @+ a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. a. N$ \0 T* ]/ t3 W+ LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 X; J; |% ]8 f! k6 j5 Z$ yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 g+ [, ~7 a5 U$ d2 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, y5 S+ U# h& Z0 c9 ]( ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 w) d9 W7 U. t/ O! n' i+ }# T( ~, A# X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; k- N" K3 H$ O0 F5 g& C; [5 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" I4 n$ e5 L, k# G. w" Y& R# zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; P4 |: B0 X% \5 C' }- {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( ~0 v- K+ q* i7 r& T. k
) B+ y( L( g8 Z/ V8 N- VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 H- `; S) @% M% ~& CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , v, _% v: h" A" R$ p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 ?7 k8 Y& D; }1 g7 o5 E2 ^7 r& ?; d2 R7 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& i/ L+ _2 Q5 |4 F! r# S6 V! ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 ]1 Y+ ?2 w9 Z I4 k' `How you suffered for you sanity,1 i* W/ B/ z0 R" C
How you tried to set them free, / e3 n7 H8 q0 b/ n" A2 N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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