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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. t" ~5 }( H& t8 p3 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) `; j2 \ B* x! B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. d6 {( s5 M# ~. U! K$ p+ N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % V1 W( {% M) `* Y( |& v: r4 C# H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 S& Z! I! w8 m$ h$ m' OHow you suffered for you sanity, % v1 s" O: @" b0 `) ~
How you tried to set them free,
& X# ~: R; w# i0 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / H( J' S& o4 @ L' E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 p3 }* a9 t' z7 H0 h# v6 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 m" ~- ~) e; f. gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 F- t; U2 u3 z2 g! V8 w, q6 yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 z7 X0 b( V$ j2 W; ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
j5 G7 p' V7 \& k! g, JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; p- T1 Y- w J7 ~7 u$ w9 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# p6 @0 x P: _8 n; d" Z* i1 i, XBut I could have told you, Vincent, 1 m. h- Z3 B5 T( R- m3 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & }0 {: n5 G# m: k% _1 k5 q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 X2 s" ^2 W7 ~; x( d5 ^# F8 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % K* |, j6 s. R# z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 X# Y0 o$ \/ T( o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 P `% ?* ?! X( v% `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ W8 w% b5 b3 S) G
How you suffered for you sanity,/ Q& ^# j3 ^! h2 Z9 a
How you tried to set them free,
& y1 d Q: Q# H6 t) R2 h: }They would not listen they're not listening still,
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