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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ c$ S3 L( f" t Z' n RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# D2 I0 n" M5 @! P1 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. v9 J9 _$ P. X# R* KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% h: j4 [9 K: ^0 S3 I, INow I understand what you tried to say to me,! j3 L" a& l* u, |9 O
How you suffered for you sanity, y; R# \# ~6 z! R8 G$ \9 x2 ^
How you tried to set them free,
% q) t$ Y; y5 T( f- l0 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * h1 g+ a2 G$ @8 V3 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " v1 C: M: ?, U5 F6 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" r5 f* A" {) [# |+ H, b0 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" L+ c# U% g$ L) t: R4 o% O2 @( uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 I( V; _. Y8 k) W( F2 l+ }4 b- o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; o! [" G* A7 O2 Y) u1 H( e" U; T) S$ GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" f6 U" q6 D' DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 d7 W+ L$ y+ K: u* Q# qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 G2 X3 B7 j/ a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& d0 ~. G- T% L+ v" \5 E2 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % G& O$ B4 ^5 \* l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 H# Z# [. V1 l0 i% U x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 Y9 m- N/ D, O' uThe 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, % Y2 H0 @. A: X- ~) c2 z
How you suffered for you sanity,7 f: g8 P8 `4 ~) F' V3 j
How you tried to set them free, L1 e, T$ r1 [4 N, z; ?, Q0 p7 d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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