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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* b" H0 k* }6 \5 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% g: G' J& O5 |" T" p' n- w- G* GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- i- E5 ]4 V+ g7 _1 w8 [" e3 B C9 CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 H0 Y0 j9 ~6 n- c- \8 Y2 d& c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& \1 `5 H- {2 X& e0 C! v+ `( Y: T
How you suffered for you sanity, . E, C/ F q: e& f5 F) E
How you tried to set them free, 4 Z. J: E( [$ U, Q+ |6 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 v' V2 J) `$ w& }' N' n0 N8 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) s$ `% N$ G- s( H% rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& V) E+ C" v; v$ L% LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ _1 @5 ~0 X& u" HWeathered 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,
9 G& k& n6 V# L8 @) N+ j% v& n- OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 J! y& J% `0 M" k1 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( E, G2 j* r& A5 ~% i
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( ]& }4 o3 D: m. J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - |: Q, c4 p+ U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 X7 Y6 K% q$ V* H0 ?4 a8 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ~: f; h( N8 d* o3 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + f E Q. q+ b. y/ }; e! [% w
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,
9 `1 H! Z" `6 \9 G$ @7 w- s( fHow you suffered for you sanity,9 W& @: p+ g* ~8 \$ R
How you tried to set them free, 4 z+ Y- ~ o9 O3 \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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