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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 y9 {# A6 w; B8 J* WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 `: D# c- C: M, ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, w2 X6 x) {# u' dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) t; N+ |4 T# B- B0 o& Q& n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 B7 ~& g: u2 d0 u. `3 Q1 Y2 VHow you suffered for you sanity, ' q N% `( l; @' w$ H1 l4 g
How you tried to set them free,
- Y4 O4 u5 i8 ]' N2 G6 ^9 LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 S$ e2 |( S, u' y% V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 F, R; }5 k" B gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 g6 ~+ e, X5 P# @4 e' R, b( L2 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % y# X4 H! ?! m: x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - A1 d3 p2 [: E4 o2 D4 I* O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! F5 @2 @" b8 B1 U7 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # h0 y0 H' c2 v% M( A2 L$ ^5 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , b+ J7 D0 s* N7 Y6 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% x# O. G- _1 i" VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 Q# v) N5 I7 k0 q2 v% IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 l1 {& {4 p( j/ x4 a8 c" gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 d8 @* L0 |0 V9 g* OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 [) }. v( {0 p7 U& F
$ [+ d+ h- \& T+ tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 U8 ~# O; t! `; a+ zHow you suffered for you sanity,5 x' T4 u% a. W f# Y
How you tried to set them free,
0 b% Q5 N. E* H% W- JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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