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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' v7 \4 |" T8 A- J& Q2 V' q8 v8 s9 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; h t+ O' ^! A: g! RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 L: x: A* E8 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# N+ M# I O1 c/ n9 V( {+ V- H6 w& JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 h( N5 w3 W4 F* i0 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
W/ B" S. H0 bHow you tried to set them free, 9 ^% ~; p0 \6 p# p( r: C$ v8 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 K p# s! e! A& V2 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 x7 K: x6 Y: w/ r! q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; c( T0 D2 D }+ U) T2 H. JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 @7 |" E8 a9 {* Q. dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - i4 O8 s, ]* T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
]0 S/ R. K6 J7 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- q" m/ H; J0 p; t1 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, - P G7 B1 j V" g# r
But I could have told you, Vincent, + L/ p" J, M; d& e+ R4 t3 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ ]& Q7 s7 L) Z+ q9 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( [) ?$ n/ j% u2 v4 b& q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & A4 p0 R; z* Z7 P* A% p s
How you suffered for you sanity,1 G1 u; _# h6 S
How you tried to set them free,
) i9 b( ~; G2 U3 K0 I( AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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