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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 O# b( M: X9 Y1 |$ q) H$ ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % o+ V) @; E9 a, u' T% i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; M1 R& ~0 L- ?5 \: z; ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 i' c" l1 G1 M' M; E1 v0 C$ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 A; R. L. R9 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
* B- p! e# U' M' e4 }( u' ~How you tried to set them free, " z/ [ [/ m* x! G/ \6 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ @* J) W* y; g9 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! t8 M* B- `7 l9 q. ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# g$ {4 J6 ^7 N: ^- a( IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + ]' s( t- t# R1 m( l) Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - z3 }* Q& s9 i5 h" N( k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% E9 M% [2 w4 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& w( p1 u9 }) q9 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - k3 F* } B" Q- H8 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, # {% b0 f# N7 M3 X3 M6 P; P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % D5 ~- N2 V. s4 X9 @/ b. r$ o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . ?0 C; g$ x8 o; B6 j/ D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & l0 r N4 E* J- S# |8 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 Z8 @+ ?- n0 E. C; UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . _. J! ^+ Z! J& p) B2 Q
$ B- h- t4 w! V* u/ w8 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 L+ I$ y1 N) l0 _0 k9 T* p$ D
How you suffered for you sanity,% [+ z/ X( W( e$ r; [& o+ A( q
How you tried to set them free,
& E& ~/ o( {0 G! VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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