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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 F0 z- ]3 m' n7 c0 W/ H9 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 \# ~2 i# a/ F. f& g9 K1 |! b5 [5 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( s) u0 T$ m5 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ]3 g1 c! ?+ x' _* U- e( wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" W8 v0 x' I0 B8 P4 J/ K- c4 K" MHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 L( e d& K6 O. n
How you tried to set them free, ! G4 e c! {7 l# e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. Y" O* _2 h6 `: f1 S6 c* |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 D5 p1 [$ e* s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " Q! `4 G1 @( J* r+ i5 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 N0 v: ^4 [) w! E- O1 @; G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 A: S/ W$ p, q" K) K' Q& i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ o- N6 Z: g3 B( a; k; fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 t1 S [, g3 R2 a" \But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 @# E9 w. g6 {! h; U0 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- M* X( ? y6 e5 N0 f0 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * a3 ]" ]" X1 ?- i9 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# ]) x$ O# f" c9 Q5 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 M2 t% ?" s8 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 s- R# i1 \) d* D& v% X U2 T9 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ u3 u0 X# P. C" {, hHow you suffered for you sanity,. ~+ X( [0 ^7 t
How you tried to set them free, ) z% K3 `5 H4 G# q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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