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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! ^ T4 }* G# Q: S" ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; m+ \! P! D: ^- a) {* M1 i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 k- m! d5 j3 a* C: z7 ^3 W8 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. M7 Q" Q) l% f" z" p. ~" @8 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 |4 J" [4 R# i% _* b
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 W8 U( }8 _+ o' MHow you tried to set them free, . a4 V* P3 |; U- r( E9 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 f( v; ?& Y5 H( c/ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# J3 I) R3 r8 T: p% w, JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 g5 W# `, m1 D+ ]5 U( I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ m8 Z6 `& ?* X; eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 d0 {6 O8 e/ X% V# `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 M9 N! Y2 Y. A! A* g$ UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. m- Z, o7 }- P+ A, H4 e9 O" x0 TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 o: r# M9 P. [; X' R4 IBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 ^" X6 c5 Q7 i0 g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 `7 z6 V4 l( L- r4 H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) z' h. H2 M# h) ?1 U1 p$ p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ I% l% _4 ?% w+ y* i1 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + S% M/ }( E) y+ ~# a9 h+ r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 O6 z/ q2 H4 F1 d: W- FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 ]( u6 M# S( h% ?How you suffered for you sanity,/ Z" Z. y4 r2 U
How you tried to set them free,
+ x: O/ C- P* k6 U$ d- e6 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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