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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 b0 \- _" G6 `2 h. K& {# |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ]8 a2 | m" x# Q9 @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ q. H6 ]7 Z3 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- [! n1 t/ Y. b' y$ G* T/ T3 _3 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ r; ]0 j0 {5 Y) z7 a- u& b
How you suffered for you sanity, " ?0 g. d! O' j
How you tried to set them free, 2 E' z3 U* y0 @; | A9 [, ^7 L) r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 p! i! B; `0 P, ?) ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( G7 t' m$ J$ W3 S+ C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" [* t5 \0 s6 o. A) ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, \: ` m2 w# HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. i9 [) m/ j3 M* lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / w/ z" u( q5 K% @1 R& m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - Q( W9 b+ G7 u# ~$ \. H) F9 p9 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! n: _6 V F* B5 @" X6 ?1 `2 hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ l3 `; X3 I: ^0 l OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 m3 e, Z& y* Y2 K% g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) Y* o2 a0 B$ b4 Z/ w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 X& k4 F% H* Q& h# ?) f: c' i. OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 j4 [. P( Q. m5 b9 V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 N2 O+ G: e2 {( B
How you suffered for you sanity,
: u! p7 Q! h' a4 Z$ k$ `. o: r7 Z! WHow you tried to set them free, - c% s" l: M. L! j) z. k* @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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