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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 v# T4 r: h4 M( [& ?* d9 GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 N2 m4 r2 T6 e& Y2 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 A. j6 f5 K' Q& i* @7 h4 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 j0 W7 x" g9 M" B6 Z& {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 i+ w6 o1 ^* L k2 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
- I* H) `# T M+ S% X( d) B& `How you tried to set them free, $ x( ^8 h$ V( t/ X$ u& ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! [) P& \4 o0 F0 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* i& b' ~% ~: m) M B2 g. U8 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 B( c# T5 K" k/ L r( f1 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 T( j0 P; v& o5 c5 I4 o' wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' Y) l' n; z4 Y0 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 s2 U9 W; P! Q7 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 u7 z% ~+ z. j A1 V" O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* n, F5 t0 a* d8 R: g* CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ w4 w/ D( D" i# ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 ?" p. v0 v* M2 f2 z% W/ {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 H7 h& a" S: GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - e5 }( R+ b$ v1 |) L# ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # q% d( W" V4 Y7 w+ e* \
. d7 ~" L+ l. q3 p DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' X- p2 [) t& C: s! q, g
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ j& s4 s+ ^; B+ H8 {' dHow you tried to set them free, % E. E% |. M# D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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