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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 \8 \& F1 ~% {# c2 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; Y% }" t* m! J3 Y! U) rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 A7 @! i7 z" g0 j8 I- DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ x/ z1 e4 K4 D6 r. dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 ^$ w# f4 h: H
How you suffered for you sanity,
! i; [. |2 x8 |; Y" V/ m( oHow you tried to set them free, , L" S Q$ D1 k8 g4 E# U/ l2 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 b' k. t% e `+ q) z! tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# q# L6 S3 f, ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
p- r9 K9 M, WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 M& a. c/ Z: Y3 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# ~/ R4 x0 B/ \6 y0 G0 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ n1 `; j5 h5 u+ a0 t6 }$ M" c& ^: OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # P0 C0 w1 d+ D+ n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 ?/ G1 c6 W* Q5 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, E2 P4 S& o. f# G6 R+ g9 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( N+ x* ^* E1 ^1 }8 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, @( }; O8 j/ h6 V# z* VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! v& U. F2 c+ v1 U' \! b4 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 ~) g, e9 m. ]" H: T" ]- P eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; T( s) K4 U( d( ~, JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 n& j5 ^. P5 [* e* a8 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
: M# X, T1 t" Q- b: E5 JHow you tried to set them free, 4 P" {( X. y( X% C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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