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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + K" E) B' U% S! L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 `9 _1 X, B6 O0 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- b+ I5 }0 i/ T4 [5 u8 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & t$ t0 _; Y& }& g' w) K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# f( [ B, _3 H1 c$ S5 \4 _How you suffered for you sanity,
3 R* ]! {. o5 P; QHow you tried to set them free, ' F9 I u" N. t$ K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! r* W- t; y( s4 M1 `% t# L' l7 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 i* ^' u+ h$ b/ kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# x3 X# b) Q) w2 q; L* YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / b6 G) Q3 l1 F; w
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, , b9 L( L4 B$ t0 B p7 e4 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( Y7 ]' h" ~: V5 J2 ?) S% [, N7 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- y1 \$ A* @# n# P7 ~+ B! p0 QBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 Z4 G( K+ b7 H5 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 z9 G! D- u& aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* H: U3 L* ]- ], _3 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + i2 _7 Y8 u* ]2 Z! v+ ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 D) m) N1 R: ]& ^& o3 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, D! L: x; W- D. XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" y- g& q" L: e1 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
, {3 L8 E4 |0 k; [How you tried to set them free, 8 o7 g& n; L: o) d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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