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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 z8 S5 L8 ~1 H, TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( U3 T0 a+ g9 f0 G: S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% f5 l: ^3 d. G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- E1 ^$ d( g# ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 x6 T" ?2 O# C: _, JHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 Q; J+ t6 R/ S: }, fHow you tried to set them free,
1 T- h5 |: c3 V- N" {$ RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 g/ M# W" D& q+ O! dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ?% E% G! O3 p4 ~7 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # W$ E3 _" w& B8 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % K/ J, q# o0 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " N7 \0 I3 G; x& y* X) e5 c9 N- G; E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # s; A0 F: Y* E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 W( E0 ?0 M% c z; @ }8 A% Y2 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 g! b) ~# c5 A9 k; `1 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 {1 W; L6 A" U% H6 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 ^. j, _4 }4 C; y7 V0 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 H7 s4 E ?) @, r1 Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; r$ ?% C# B4 j* I: _; N3 s: m# hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% Z! b! j( L( @* E7 `* n+ RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' M( r. K1 i( \7 r: M7 F+ k
How you suffered for you sanity,7 F; z' z' ~5 ~# |& C [( W
How you tried to set them free, & v. N/ S' _# ~) S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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