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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ Z- [- g+ s. U% U% Y) z, C, {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, J/ C( E8 n+ t& ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ `0 O% k+ }) y2 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 }3 O( {. i4 z' N6 I, O3 y. ]4 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# ?0 t' ~& w- t0 Q" p8 [How you suffered for you sanity, & G$ P3 S" Y' K
How you tried to set them free,
' S; q( _9 j' \( jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : y* z1 G( \$ {+ L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 s1 j7 |& h7 p' WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" ?# Y, D. ]( ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
W& v8 `) M( j$ }4 L- [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , v# M7 G! U9 e2 t7 ?3 h
: C* Y0 s- N) c/ w/ j+ @2 h( EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 o; C1 l* Z: x6 `* Y# V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- v; ~6 W6 ?; V7 O9 e# p* CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
K) [9 i4 V% x0 C3 T( J+ EBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 O X- \) x2 ?; U6 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 g a5 W) ?, j" T4 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % V+ f7 Z$ p+ i6 j$ K4 e; X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; D+ a" n+ \' V5 f4 G! Q% v: v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # W% z# C+ f6 F9 B* D! Y( V$ n6 g
0 u! @0 T+ L0 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) w& P) L7 W7 ^- wHow you suffered for you sanity,( p- Y+ Y$ X& w0 k: D, o0 d: Q
How you tried to set them free,
8 D$ r+ z- e! {! t/ WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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