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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( m: R5 Y' o) @# R- j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* C+ N u- m" \2 q' @ j+ o; cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% L9 s5 c9 Z" Q- d. L+ s& ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( D, C# q1 h1 M/ f3 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 L) `' V+ x. y+ e6 o" vHow you suffered for you sanity, " o* n& h1 a S/ y; f- i2 Y
How you tried to set them free,
. V2 k/ D" U- ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 z* H- ?9 n5 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 \4 M5 O) V% E4 Y' X$ t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 B% n/ j6 S% R8 {0 U! m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 A& x5 t* j+ T/ ^' \3 a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( @% o# I+ `4 `2 c! l; c( ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; h4 H5 Q# s/ K) q2 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 R2 V& {- d2 `7 @0 T' O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 G' @3 g- r! ]- c1 r; Q, ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- o. m u/ t# o1 ^ Y; I, CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ `$ V- W V% U/ L0 F+ N8 C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . F! E! G3 g: `4 Q6 y0 d& ^" Y$ l) w& {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. \1 N6 ~. t5 w9 R2 j3 c& Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 j {1 N) Z& _) z% J) E/ k& JThe 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,
4 ]! u) ]0 \3 q4 h# e0 U5 o; h' gHow you suffered for you sanity,4 _2 F% L3 ^8 _$ ~" ]) k3 G
How you tried to set them free, + p7 G0 L2 K' ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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