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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 f* u9 M) b1 h, sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! O, r4 C9 y( O5 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 m# {+ e+ O5 ]1 `. N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 x2 X- q5 M3 Z: mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' x) ?; M+ U# t. W
How you suffered for you sanity, & f. Z$ q {. s
How you tried to set them free, 4 W6 D* S, p! P* l7 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " q$ Y o2 W9 s- S4 [; N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 S8 a& B0 a$ rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- M7 z/ z) E& E: h: `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, i1 s7 s2 @. Y+ _6 H# f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - d% f. K! q; W& J
3 e- f) X0 D" o- ~. S) p6 @3 n2 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # u% v( t5 ]3 X0 E5 I' x; \/ K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' j: j P) q" }1 S! m8 j$ V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 `. i. L7 E* [' O9 ]3 H0 S4 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' K( M3 G7 B! L2 I" @- U7 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 d6 j; n/ O1 r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 |9 [& j# C' B* \7 Y7 k+ c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ H- Y1 _& \ B# hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
Y( ^# M4 o4 M/ @: eThe 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, 7 K% s8 S$ ?+ U, ?* T% n* f7 _
How you suffered for you sanity,' y# Z+ ]6 ~; N9 p
How you tried to set them free, 9 ~# W: b& Z1 I5 m- j3 Z8 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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