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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: E6 `1 n2 q( T# RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - W' x0 |: G- ?& W" v( g% `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* w, z2 \1 Z& m& K: q+ v" f0 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% f" J8 E# @# u2 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 H. k+ w3 r X. k/ D6 vHow you suffered for you sanity, % T" m/ H6 W4 P/ s% ]4 A
How you tried to set them free,
) k1 I& Y* s' B2 K3 X3 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) Q3 _/ E8 d! _ D; s- I: J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ]/ @7 X7 z: J/ F; P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- y4 ?4 U5 i9 J$ h+ I) @/ dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, g0 U8 t! C% h( v' r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 g- P$ P2 z+ G8 ~+ T* l9 v8 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 q0 C9 _9 X) g7 S, \, }; X0 K: ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 Q/ k# e/ \, p2 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) V; V1 I' q$ R7 K8 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 n w/ r$ c$ i8 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , i/ L: I4 y- \9 p( A. f6 O1 e. v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 P3 O* a# g- E, N, ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + D8 A# s8 r7 k3 Q! {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / i+ f* O9 X5 s6 O0 R' N6 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 q8 O& O2 o- w) {1 R2 oHow you suffered for you sanity,0 j8 P `1 P) n4 N4 D- U
How you tried to set them free, ! ?5 l' w- y) l5 T7 f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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