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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 f& E4 n6 y3 y+ ?- YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 A S+ h7 X8 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' B% m8 u- f" a* @) W7 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " Q+ D- |$ I8 v) e0 |' f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, P" }% `1 z+ f
How you suffered for you sanity,
, }3 c ~+ p/ `' W% nHow you tried to set them free,
! v8 u& |; k9 m3 x: }5 R! D) QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; [: R/ c2 p+ t% t1 \$ oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 G) v n& d! x L5 R9 Z9 Y! t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- P+ O: u+ F8 h6 f$ lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ F, a f7 {9 ]! ?: OWeathered 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,
: T2 n7 ]: b2 ?2 b4 ~ cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - K9 V3 a# q- g* n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 M2 P/ K! X2 n- MBut I could have told you, Vincent, : y& h3 F1 X' e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * J* c6 U) W4 f) D1 P9 X) m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 Y* b( R# v+ Y5 w% ~6 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 E+ q8 J. K. E4 Y. eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 E9 M( Q: V; b4 ~# f1 ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: d; _/ V, q$ Q$ gHow you suffered for you sanity,
( L: j, z/ K: o x# A: YHow you tried to set them free,
7 t Z+ E0 K1 a- c& bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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