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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% Y0 X$ I" w) E) G% q$ M* l- OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' z# R. t, S. t* v" i6 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 V4 p2 Q7 J W7 L* c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 Q. c- O) ^# X0 ~2 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( N8 p, u& S6 KHow you suffered for you sanity, ) P2 ?9 s V9 z. P3 p' v3 K/ f
How you tried to set them free, : W& Z- @9 w; L4 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 u5 t9 ] m/ F: a2 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * ?# e& r+ O1 V" i7 C. R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 f3 y8 \; s0 j- @5 i2 a: ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* H( e2 F1 L/ Z. w2 S" |( F( oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. |& \/ Q5 D8 X' EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 x2 h u8 S1 f5 P9 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & [0 i: Q5 X9 D/ g, X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 _3 w6 C/ E. t. I# u* e7 |But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 h; e0 f* | d" U9 {' v: K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 F$ Q0 N; l4 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ?8 C9 S2 D' n+ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 Q0 M7 S3 U7 bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! |# W; V2 J6 y) TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ y1 y+ v/ P5 Z& @
How you suffered for you sanity,% L1 z! ~3 ^; z( q, z, B* m( t$ A
How you tried to set them free, 0 Y- |: c1 D5 p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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