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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 j) W* L1 \( a1 B! g' N% T, Z- KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 B# Y# ?3 H+ H1 D) p& pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 M5 e) R, [) @, A5 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
`; [% d6 {. [; [0 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 h9 u" t$ B; \& \
How you suffered for you sanity, ) N; Q5 f- b( z$ X
How you tried to set them free,
3 x5 U0 d9 Z' u) iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 I0 ~2 ~3 z) i; DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' r, Q$ ?3 s; ]4 D6 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 T4 S, F$ k2 y+ G" g6 i* e" }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , f' D( o. M' k3 N" i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 E5 }$ s8 Q4 ?& H1 ]- Q7 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : Y/ P0 t5 `- K s3 C* }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% y, M, b' ~5 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 k2 p8 K. b A) Y( r) e
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 k! ^4 q7 T- I4 [$ U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * l; w; L( C. ~# K d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & n* O5 a8 K# t" ?3 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. c; L$ \; V" T4 Q' t, B3 d KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 [, Y6 v* z/ I, S; G3 W. H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ Y0 u) v c" z
How you suffered for you sanity,! }2 d5 N$ z _% @. z
How you tried to set them free, # \9 X, N/ H9 ^( \3 _" f% N
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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