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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 W$ U$ P0 s p& t4 G0 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" ~( v; h7 E; Y! ^3 ~4 _- K6 K# HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ e: Y# B0 G; I$ L1 ]" v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 p) L6 G, t9 K1 S" ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' U1 ?0 R) P# `/ S0 i# NHow you suffered for you sanity, - w/ }2 C6 d0 m& Y
How you tried to set them free, & c' g, W% P5 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 ~) o) \7 u/ i( d9 b7 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! Z* y( ?6 j: nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 H" d8 B1 Z9 \1 }3 A# G. RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 p4 Y. w. o. a* v% n& @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ~# h2 n+ _( D) K9 a" u) I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 O8 J- R& l' Y( b$ @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# i' E6 _8 U5 M% eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( {: c& S2 B9 X6 }$ rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# k9 p% N3 S, h# F( H+ {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 J, T. Y6 o4 X7 x9 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # p9 @- p, W& d, `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- ^) X5 z* }! w5 o( M/ k4 |* w/ uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , y; S( a; ?1 L% y2 {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . a( \' G3 p" A j3 ^: d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 e6 @1 v# \- ?1 S7 w
How you suffered for you sanity,; c/ w7 X( d5 Z
How you tried to set them free, $ ~/ X& V$ Q+ c3 ^$ e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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