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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( i- Z# V8 J4 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 x+ E3 o# A9 D4 X1 t) NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; F+ j# L9 R( f2 [% G+ U3 T6 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - O: a, X8 W% ?; R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ v. `9 ^, S. E- \# l5 `* S, h6 A
How you suffered for you sanity,
B# m2 Y9 u+ }* T# sHow you tried to set them free, . ]2 E1 c ^: W+ b9 y4 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 S1 v9 i0 x4 P0 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 A/ C, \; w |* V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + l* c& j/ I7 q7 i7 n- c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 u( w: [' L& H" ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 B- M& b8 w: G3 K" ^0 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 e6 m8 R2 m. [" |" r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" S& l( D9 i4 T3 @3 O5 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 z5 A* R9 S/ t, W3 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% I5 H9 S) ]2 t+ v0 r' j7 |$ BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% C! r6 N5 K( u' l, Y6 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 H; {% b( Y tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. o: [6 l" `! w: Z: e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- ~2 [% U0 Y5 L5 g+ aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 ?2 f. \; `! h' b8 s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' Y; n2 l/ F) q% z7 C
How you suffered for you sanity,, {* G' L% v" B/ m Z7 x. A
How you tried to set them free, 3 F) I9 {4 |' l. Z7 u! V l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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