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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 G" S) e. D6 ^- u9 b# R" sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 \: e* `; g [# s- iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( c1 L# J8 C. }# E9 NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ? ]# s5 @* ?) J- T' W4 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
^" {5 b; c6 t) g& ~0 L( B; _How you suffered for you sanity, 8 c" |/ T6 v5 t& J1 B: b" n% A& Z9 T
How you tried to set them free, 7 o$ D* V: v5 U* B: ]* Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % r, r3 |( R3 q2 N6 j# F9 h( q3 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; C3 L/ v* {& i9 @9 T( xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
W$ Y8 _# X. o3 V9 ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& S% r! A9 v; HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , t$ h4 R" y+ r8 T. E, U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + ~& k) _ O1 @" z3 f7 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ C0 b* q1 l9 w3 t6 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 S1 q7 c( }) a, C; TBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( `' u7 i0 `2 l1 d. h6 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, d& q% n7 G) e& O2 a2 w1 |6 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ Z% ^3 x1 _/ y% `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * C( K9 }0 B6 V' E& x
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, - j) N; a* E* g2 I# O: b8 e! i
How you suffered for you sanity,
* j- d' U: i. z$ M. N0 d) FHow you tried to set them free, & q4 Q0 U0 M5 j" G- o+ v" ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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