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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! P4 }5 @- C9 \( d3 s! bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 l4 y; M% V, r/ y0 E& DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ n8 J6 }) e+ m/ G2 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , ^: `# Z1 Z) r+ |7 K, P1 L, B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! n/ F3 [; g6 w/ E1 [How you suffered for you sanity,
6 P" V2 p: r+ a/ W& f, GHow you tried to set them free,
( O# L! C4 D8 l7 i1 Y3 D+ ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 }. y; E [$ T: u+ RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ?+ I4 O4 Q- w7 k+ N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 u1 C+ O9 N7 T6 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 p; r! q. K0 { V$ P4 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 G6 m( s" U! `% s% j& ~
7 G5 M. x: B+ BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 `5 [4 A; v$ b6 `% v) pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, e6 z& D& q3 S* \% t6 a# kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 `9 L, E4 s; W
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 d+ T% A9 U/ \* m; e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 ^" Y/ s& c: z4 l' d3 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 k+ U4 g! ~# L2 e( {0 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! P! k: `2 S6 |$ v! [# oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 g- W- T: g3 o4 q% R# W7 L! L, z" u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 K# p1 B5 f7 A; L1 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" g+ }2 i! r" e* L6 ^7 l) P% [/ T0 [! jHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 C, E, _3 @4 y* A" |How you tried to set them free, * z* l. W+ \% w5 K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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