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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( F8 Y& D5 C3 J+ Y2 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 |/ O8 H" g. ~+ e& s- WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ \! W+ D) [, ]0 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# A1 Z! ?( i0 g( _4 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) D. l* i" x3 o5 j3 ?* l& _/ J4 X" O
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ A, d' [( v) D! A& D& R4 l* mHow you tried to set them free,
# n% A9 |% D! j: ~% h+ j. ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. D0 d+ J: W6 Q5 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) h0 M7 }( d, t2 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 j8 q; M$ R* cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 h6 E+ _, `, \4 L mWeathered 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, / h0 `( I: h2 g* [1 P' J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - T9 U; {! E$ I7 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . f+ ~. ~$ `$ i. A2 _$ {8 b4 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, / k( h2 @4 S9 \# l0 m T7 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" v" y! o) ^, Y0 x" H# k$ ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; s! g6 }% l: r8 d& Q" T8 [- ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 v. W$ D7 G) ^; W3 j2 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 e) p/ Z( j4 a. S5 v+ I- L# ]; O) gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , N; Y+ Y) U# n" w3 `) u
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 }0 J; J% }+ ^6 C+ {2 @8 THow you tried to set them free, k6 o7 ?4 _4 Q: `+ H' S, T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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