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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. i2 X9 ~5 s( M9 m! d* YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. S W4 k# _6 x8 e% r" H, D9 E9 \! iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ [+ ~6 c5 X+ N( f. k/ e1 U& A* O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 k& t! x& W- I- {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, C- J1 l$ T( xHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 Z4 x3 S& Q; @& Q% l+ i
How you tried to set them free,
# z; c* _: m. y9 m3 e; ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 H, ~2 k7 @0 Q; qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 Q7 w9 ]8 f$ K* o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 } q" k, p9 ^$ J1 j( cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, D, K9 D% ?: A. S( D0 O# hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( N3 d8 {9 L: a. g. L+ AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # W" b1 y5 P# u% A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# r8 A( s4 j' `% z7 [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 t# D7 p( J$ a6 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
" B" T8 G7 J# w b" E6 C2 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, k( `, Y" C# ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
E, F+ i% M; C, e' T5 u1 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! D3 r3 Y( N& f3 b2 N# D3 M
The 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,
1 H: C0 |7 ^* _3 u* v" HHow you suffered for you sanity,
; F" w* l; J9 h* s. ?) H' @How you tried to set them free,
/ I: G: Q4 D! qThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( @' G: b/ d1 f
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