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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; G% X9 s# N( T' `# T- C: T0 h& H/ iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 z0 m- m/ r q a4 T& d: x+ q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# G; i% v f0 L- J: p0 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 J9 G- J4 h, |5 U# P! i7 ^& N. D. m7 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- w: J, {1 L x! L( F/ l
How you suffered for you sanity,
. g8 Y2 m5 |2 m9 x, N5 T9 RHow you tried to set them free,
. n% T f0 c* Y3 C8 y8 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; Q' w8 S" p# r, g1 _' NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & h9 R. r4 a5 i, E+ n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 p" I1 J: y. n1 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; V+ U) g0 t# Q( fWeathered 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,
( L; ]! [! k) A1 C9 U" RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 } Q/ J+ a7 d& y( g. @& cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# c2 m% T& {7 L& ^" e$ lBut I could have told you, Vincent, * W" q% _% {* a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - D- F& N: Z2 g2 X+ o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) y( B; r) Y7 w% y5 j8 V LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ X4 T3 a3 G8 c+ e; KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % m8 w/ K( V, J; [+ h; b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* d# b( L7 t1 {2 P$ H8 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 X) F$ ?6 L' w3 u4 P: ^- {! b! u
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 G% b8 G& }5 d4 l$ `How you tried to set them free, 8 C: M+ ~3 O5 ~ w7 T. I( W8 K- b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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