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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! Y8 ]; Z8 \ o: h9 I3 ?5 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ C# ~+ L* x% P/ q5 e1 m/ yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: t7 U6 p5 a; s( X3 P1 o. c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " q) G) k9 j$ q7 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* ^! B j/ A0 o2 o0 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ^5 m; h" F* A: d5 DHow you tried to set them free, 6 U! l* H) [( n1 k, S. {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , t! _$ P: E$ a6 N0 }* Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 ~; C! @; i, ]2 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " V* x( {2 d- e. m7 C- {; [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 j5 Y. B3 l5 F+ x. M0 Z- [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* _0 q2 A7 D; Y2 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
R! |3 d- u( b: CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ E0 n5 V& }& X" s% o; [* j& L9 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 D1 W9 S# V5 V' U
But I could have told you, Vincent, % \& I2 k% p" u5 f: W7 e& L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 K8 W0 J: y: S( q) m8 o. UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- h2 l8 C# Q' ~6 ?$ Z, Q2 w+ J/ T. mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 `. E# U' y/ T3 g. L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% L7 T1 ]1 n" H0 x0 j. e% vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" H" v# h/ ?" b: F9 k A1 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 C, {( \$ b: y# ]How you suffered for you sanity,
1 x5 [' R7 w8 S9 |- `4 \How you tried to set them free, 4 ?4 x- L a7 C2 l, a+ e6 X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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