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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( j- g& o2 F1 y/ ?3 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' P, I5 P8 r7 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- j' V& C3 d; J! x9 n W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * G; X' R. |9 d3 W) r( T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ Z" A: R( f3 \2 Z! q' BHow you suffered for you sanity, . @- z, I. D, W2 k' z9 j7 ^+ z
How you tried to set them free, $ ]3 ?1 K# o) H! e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" }+ {2 e$ q3 q; D' b5 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / X) B+ E2 d( j9 ~) B0 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 a% B5 [3 r7 O2 q$ rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 k) S/ Y2 V! gWeathered 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, ; @1 |- n+ N x- G9 ]% S4 U( o5 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 E3 w5 t$ X4 Y: e1 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, L8 @ Z7 E9 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, + u, W+ U" Z0 ? V/ Z9 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- n5 _7 B( Q; h+ d8 ^' F+ DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ [1 J. ^" b; |0 k6 m% T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' i9 @, ~% L6 M. G1 g/ r3 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + p& o3 B2 d0 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " [1 h3 |4 W! V* r3 [, y. R' j v
How you suffered for you sanity, `9 Z; _* Q" q( V* Y n2 ]" l/ Q' w
How you tried to set them free,
; D& M$ h, b" [8 w. ?3 o& x0 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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