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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 |4 R @5 c9 _! |8 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ b, U) r. s5 ^' `3 G" {9 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 c" l* @! I9 e7 u% q3 }3 i. Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : g% G G' X$ J8 R/ G* G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, R5 P6 r( `1 W% B8 a. ~& i
How you suffered for you sanity,
: G+ }! |& r- D& i: R* ]How you tried to set them free, 4 f& l! A( D% r+ n: a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ B2 Y, n1 A1 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# M- ?! X, Q: g1 q" jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , P5 v1 Y; i$ S z7 P4 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 e4 Z* x& u4 _4 X1 |2 ?/ lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 _% Y& i- c* X0 q! R$ Q; l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * c. v: g( Q' a; Y) C4 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) U q. G+ s2 A5 U+ `" l- p0 b( z/ mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ O C" |8 D+ {# ]# WBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 ]6 t% h1 _9 x' ~: z) R# O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 N/ ?1 i$ j: L% p) pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) ]6 Z9 Z% p2 j% p3 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + ?& O* I# q' Q! ?: n0 ~; g1 \# ]: b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- E( H+ K _, t1 E2 t: hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - S4 T' l0 n( h, m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. }% a' N& \! C, \3 o5 R; BHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 `& Z( C" Q8 ^ sHow you tried to set them free, k( v- Q) n" {: k8 g/ ~0 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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