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6 `* {% q% N; y6 O; B# O3 v" U9 r% [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& J) P: K' w$ I& }: R! m3 J+ \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 s' D* w# O' FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
C, l8 X; c" j& W9 u _! [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 g1 F: l; y0 X7 ]! }, H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; S* V2 ?% w" _, v) ^How you suffered for you sanity,
) s: K; H* v- ]How you tried to set them free,
) U4 K1 B* K7 G+ _5 y- MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - V# G9 S( P3 Y0 S7 h" @8 ^) D- Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" `7 h5 W1 b5 B5 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * I% p! F0 [& Q/ |, P4 T9 D% D7 M+ _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * N- o0 q2 H0 T ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 I, W8 m5 T% i- i: }% I- B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; _9 ^4 W: |5 i& z9 K' l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 V* F/ q% _+ U3 T, j# b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 U) X" K+ A2 a% Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, D2 A) a5 G- n2 I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% K+ u% Z0 x9 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( o# F* ^; e) a, U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 T* k a! R* T% H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ K9 X% t# o% }+ hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. s" f7 y5 ~- c4 O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! q' q5 Q) Z) k; i/ I) n# _
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 m+ h9 k" E L" O; J1 zHow you tried to set them free, . a/ R5 U" b9 g$ }8 y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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