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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - f2 T" P+ q, e- \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 Y$ g! {. a, P* o2 y' k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 Z3 k& O8 `( w1 s9 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 s* `. b3 P" M b2 ~0 B1 u7 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 }/ ?) }5 W) I5 h e( LHow you suffered for you sanity,
) g+ }; @1 F$ n* w- }9 [How you tried to set them free,
: D5 M h" a! A- t/ o! |6 X" NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 M: h7 ~& J5 [2 Q' h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * _3 n7 y& h9 f% h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 | b2 M. k& t, a3 |, c- EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' }* }2 g7 \' L2 M3 Z+ a
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,
! j! X9 y& f8 N9 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( p- n4 ^" i- kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' C5 G& _( w6 T- Q7 g& d. BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! S2 Y$ ?" @' p; j8 [: tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # q1 R( a0 ?" T8 y0 K b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 A0 G/ L! ]! n* C8 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
~/ _5 T8 }7 G: g5 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. F$ h+ P& h) n: x, RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ?, U3 i) x+ ^0 p7 _$ l1 a( p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 y2 `/ o8 w) V R4 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ d7 q' R' l' c3 I4 ^" BHow you tried to set them free, . G( M9 O* _/ r4 Q: a* G1 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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