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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( o c5 ^/ G+ F7 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & U" F Q* Q5 g* h8 s5 Y+ b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, n0 ?2 v( k* \7 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ?0 w2 o% R- d( j% H" HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ z z# D2 o8 w& J; M
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 D- V* E0 l4 f% f2 sHow you tried to set them free, ) T5 V) l+ x! h1 T# A) f3 u8 `" h# p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ s' t, h" V3 M( ]9 T- JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! o/ M& ~1 u+ Q+ r4 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, s S) j+ u. p: l* \7 F% KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- Z+ l U, }; x* |* dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / l2 \" U: e! h8 P9 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% d# u. i/ h; b z/ a5 q6 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - l, x' X; L! z x. R: M6 g: B: k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 @- f" l0 A: P, s, I3 A+ m% V+ e% ^But I could have told you, Vincent, : A+ N% g R3 V4 M0 Y! b* l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# B( s) d+ }4 [0 H4 N3 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) x/ Z( D1 n% e' h+ W' O3 m5 x/ A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! _! @4 T( x5 O5 a3 jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% M2 M, u' F6 k/ P! VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& C& f& f/ B! r0 Q; pHow you suffered for you sanity,
. V4 k9 g6 L2 ^How you tried to set them free, 1 X* ?6 H* K$ ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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