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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- J& W R: m$ ?. }+ b( N6 c% ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: O4 h: z# I7 \# W$ o5 r' o4 Q) z3 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; n7 s; W# y" N# k# M5 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% l$ R: D: v6 b0 {* I& z; ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 H }% V3 |: f/ h( z9 Q' P. hHow you suffered for you sanity,
' w' Q& Z7 l9 u9 j+ n& uHow you tried to set them free,
4 _5 C4 U. ]6 G! q8 }0 ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ @- @7 W/ ~6 N* W/ f2 m* LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) H) W# v3 `5 I0 n/ ~/ B cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 k; K1 U6 k$ kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & y5 N% x+ g8 W. l
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,
$ Z* i, c1 M+ [2 b+ n$ | HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % W# P% E6 h8 R& A% K4 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
l3 E: d3 M1 b8 K; h7 a% [But I could have told you, Vincent,
) u; }. n4 j+ ?2 X- FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & l2 @+ B$ o7 m+ V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 {2 D- @% K) ?2 _7 n6 }1 \' v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ g$ ~0 a8 {6 F) F# t7 ?; qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ [+ q" }+ k5 y9 X* @4 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 H- [0 m7 h4 m: {) z% z! U0 x* jHow you suffered for you sanity,! b5 z5 u! E) m" H: B1 h4 e- e
How you tried to set them free, % |& R% Z1 Z$ E7 J/ K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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