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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: q/ Y& B) d8 W- k( Z3 F3 k: j* k Q: oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% j" C9 M7 R6 z# ?9 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 M: o e( ?/ _, [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 V/ i7 Z! k5 ^6 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; Q" A' R1 F. \' P: E
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 U; [3 v J8 EHow you tried to set them free,
& ^$ E# E* ?) S* g! g% GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ X/ l# s% D! kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ U, I& F+ i, E& O6 K: {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 L* m+ E( C( Y4 k; E2 c! AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / H& F7 I. g* o% w5 W: w* B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . o6 g% K# c8 \7 u% z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 p `9 C- d( I% f/ Q* C, MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: x0 n4 c( ?3 i5 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! J5 w) M3 F5 Z! A: l* X
But I could have told you, Vincent, * Z( P0 R2 P* y9 L7 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- y' z) n5 V; n- i X9 C2 R* OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ j" o/ a* w. D8 b9 m9 K- bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , }5 H! q! k# P7 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. h1 y) h: z2 P, x- lThe 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, ; l1 `7 {: g/ V2 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
p' a, F& I7 a% s3 \How you tried to set them free, $ o+ Q- p7 s. ?/ z* l+ M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 A2 O5 z3 P- N2 o
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