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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& x# f% A1 b1 @* r) oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& j: |. `/ B& n- e: J' e5 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! y, v$ x' [8 i' ?3 p1 [! r' a9 C, LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: w( n2 ?9 [+ ~ W) INow I understand what you tried to say to me,) A2 k" \% j8 t. U% g
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 M& B% v: d9 E0 y& @: KHow you tried to set them free, # H2 j3 I/ n/ P D0 J- P4 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 W4 W; q$ |- s& o( i3 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' A7 E9 D! u3 D5 u4 d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# _% h9 [! x/ M& z( |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 D/ Z! `9 m) q& C$ c
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,
# o3 \7 ^8 t! {" i0 F9 S; {5 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 }7 A" S; x* W6 uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 p7 e8 U3 V' Z$ V5 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ]' _4 g0 k8 I* j+ C. uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; Q6 e2 K, ?( f/ ?! R' MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; g2 a" H+ U0 q5 v& u UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ N8 T0 w: P2 e, X8 _ a6 E% hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, S) J. @' s1 j! \# ?: ^ a7 q" X, NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ p7 k- `8 v$ A$ Z. @! l4 s' h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- K4 t% s( T/ K# o' X' K# H6 [" uHow you suffered for you sanity,
# O3 C. P1 H% M7 Z. M8 a. ZHow you tried to set them free, ! U$ U N- A, G* [$ P* m: x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
d4 s" G( \8 [9 w0 Y: @9 l9 A% |Perhaps they never will. |
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