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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# A$ i' m8 j6 P2 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / m5 n/ @7 |$ F- e' O5 E- P! O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% L& Z1 U1 L/ x% x) Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , J* N+ g7 M5 o" `; ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," X+ v9 u/ Y$ O" F3 k- a' v8 w
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 `# i ^0 ~3 w3 M6 ~- B9 S( ^
How you tried to set them free, + P$ J+ s1 a; o0 u5 b: a: o* Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " E& V# ?' s" S6 G% X- D$ a6 g: [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / [/ r T5 n- b4 Q- y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & y% ~ |% P8 I' Z% e3 \5 [4 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 p# t; d% V. O; [6 T7 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % g Z- L0 o2 G: }. a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) b$ I" N! M" L0 Q- N% v7 I9 V' bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 ~, W i0 T$ S5 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# E* ~% W, U5 @& m# `6 A" SBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; G+ j8 e+ A L3 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, X# R. G+ n5 J. j: AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ t* y8 {" j) ]" `/ d2 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# L! E* P: M( n/ G. e6 m. uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' x$ H5 d# F" k0 w2 U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 ]; Y4 S) r$ @, xHow you suffered for you sanity,' C- O3 E+ c1 p# f9 b
How you tried to set them free, 8 y% s- `+ }" p; q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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