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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& P! f6 n; N2 ?4 S3 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* W- L2 O5 _3 P/ m6 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 q; e. f7 u; zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ i6 s. J( @# g+ i0 y gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 I! l9 n7 f- R; p) j' E
How you suffered for you sanity, . W$ b1 b- k+ b4 H$ V
How you tried to set them free, 6 E# O$ `5 K1 Q5 Y- p$ }- @2 L: W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. J3 F( A. A, s6 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
t9 n/ A, _, d# GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 o6 S* ]7 N; Z" _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) ~+ }+ ]& d" ?: yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ u- _7 l+ {; l2 p# O f0 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 _# n' c- S! O" f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* r" Z. \; u I) [2 oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; M, s5 o4 L6 r& ]" SBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) g% X- a( C) I- n' B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ E5 e$ V: y4 t4 a9 Q( x& o! R/ mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
c% I" B& f1 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. W% _' |/ l9 I! o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . g' A. D0 c4 ^- A- _6 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 J* Q/ S" R s( b! O( {0 k
How you suffered for you sanity,) d) @. ^3 t2 X; `
How you tried to set them free,
+ N" R' @1 G% ?1 S( ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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