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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 m& f2 i/ d. F1 h/ r3 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 l- Z: M% f6 E: i9 X. zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* g% Z/ l# |2 P( x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 _( T, v& ]( [) M" GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( C; F' _5 g5 ?1 R, E) d5 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
' f+ j ^. `; d, s4 eHow you tried to set them free,
9 {) }- v' ~. \7 w* Y9 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " t2 s" u% q; `5 ^, Q$ [: {* w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 ?) L, g" b1 y7 z3 [ }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 a% Q0 S0 A6 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 R+ e8 _' A$ |: z9 C! h' B& K
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,
- X# ^3 p3 U8 S, fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; |7 S' A J9 K8 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! ]( m6 D5 J, L+ G9 X; ?4 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, y' A( R4 w- ^2 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * X" u' S* |. E. k5 X' k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- r9 x. V! Y& z) s$ S: @- K7 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: o1 [+ j! E# t( [0 U6 WThe 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,
2 J, L" v) f) m8 Q+ q( SHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ~: R. M) `3 I# K$ }: `& U6 UHow you tried to set them free, 4 X5 H& A3 V! ?5 l* k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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