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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 O( [/ L) R& {' `+ s) q3 P8 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 V( P, q: a- j0 N) R$ bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 Z ~; V3 t% H( U' V+ HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ [2 ?: q ^( M5 K& n _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ B( F" I* `! ]5 _/ D8 g2 I" bHow you suffered for you sanity,
; S; ~9 ?) N C% K( O. W+ [/ eHow you tried to set them free,
. A1 _5 N$ k. j! ?9 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( p. A4 [7 Z7 g/ A# Z& J& T3 l# k: d5 L9 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' V. q- g% i* k: x4 `: M' SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ B+ y6 Y% l" r' q( `6 [- O) E$ \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
O4 T& X7 f3 F9 BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" a# f7 Q& E# O! ^; f _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % s, J- V! n$ M3 h8 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . X9 v2 j% u# x* H& d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + i& }5 B# m: O* Z( d6 k) v* a( K8 G
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& U/ I- G4 l3 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . C9 m. E. Y3 w9 O) D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " I$ {+ N8 D1 F% }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 K6 C9 C( F7 |5 R7 V5 V1 e2 s4 C/ h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) g- N& {3 M n2 w! [- n3 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 H! U# c7 t, M, F) D& ~5 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 u1 `% @& A% L* ~+ g: [How you tried to set them free, : a* K. F( D$ {: C/ P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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