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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ]& g8 q5 k, B* OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% ~) x" n8 g. c6 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 z) ?8 _3 x% \: K3 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( e: i( ~7 c5 W V& W! V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; i3 l% k' l' O8 b! m2 pHow you suffered for you sanity, # m1 l# G3 m" U& ?& o; ?
How you tried to set them free, 9 O4 H3 \1 S+ [1 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ~& }* \' y: G7 _1 M9 R% f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ j+ W- Q) |2 M8 E! s4 }2 zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 @1 Q4 Z) j4 y( d6 \4 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 \' O+ {& g( ]/ ^7 c$ ~1 k0 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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E8 O3 R; O" Y! j+ X8 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 I0 |( m1 Z% w q# fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) B" X4 W8 g$ Y1 J: ^/ b9 s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 l% I; K* x. w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 i; v- U3 r7 _0 U5 L+ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - |8 P* M( L# y: f, z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 a N3 { G& E$ C: E0 M k4 c, R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# \ U2 i* D1 R; T; Z# |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 z- T8 n/ D2 a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % p: f2 b& q3 V }' W2 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, t) K' }% }! P- YHow you suffered for you sanity,0 t7 f( Y- |5 J3 a, p* M
How you tried to set them free,
8 x$ R8 a2 w9 l& }2 m+ i- AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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