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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. P* N3 M0 I" Z' y2 c+ uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; @+ H4 O @7 W4 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 J( I! w: P0 c4 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) A! ^4 ?7 @: B) q( q4 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ ]$ B) e' T0 b3 I- J' \
How you suffered for you sanity, ' r, E7 V' ?/ x6 D F6 z
How you tried to set them free,
1 z0 z7 |) Z, l2 ?. M+ |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" U8 A6 H6 L8 @, u7 s3 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 H) y% E' G" a0 ?2 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : X- [5 t) c# E s5 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 L! l; A! ~+ [, F2 U6 K+ ~7 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" }* W6 s& C7 W/ R: }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ \: r/ l2 [( A4 I% ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 K6 z9 w1 b( |( ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( \2 o1 A5 `" y+ I7 g! ]; _4 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! b x% P! E8 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # B0 O& C% O$ {' _, } i* X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 E7 t5 K4 }& ?* n, iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 ^3 H( ~9 T- H( h/ y' a8 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# `2 I: G6 I0 i) O. A6 W9 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : X6 h* j( M( P# d0 L. U
& l6 i2 [. J2 G6 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 f5 Y& _- z7 X/ y; \How you suffered for you sanity,
' E& R( r7 d) j1 R! IHow you tried to set them free, ' e8 }6 V$ j: g6 p7 C* P
They would not listen they're not listening still, " I# ^ {- Q" v8 O( D: t
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