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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ A# ^; i) e; \/ nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 H. Y; _1 A- ]0 m+ q+ A# SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 w8 Y. y; ?% c+ xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 ^3 P6 P4 T, K* H2 \" r4 P1 a& rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& n$ {+ n+ m5 a/ G# JHow you suffered for you sanity, / g& R8 v: [3 V: A/ D0 \% h
How you tried to set them free,
6 `3 N+ ]0 S" Z$ bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ w1 ?# S+ T( l3 M6 P8 R0 n6 s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ |/ q5 ~$ G/ y+ e+ ]7 }$ L$ S" bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / U" z; @6 n( v' F# O: S$ P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 |) I# c: w( }5 _: x }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# c/ c9 z! L) {/ cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 c5 a, R$ @. J% t# W6 B; Z% wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * u. ^$ @0 A2 G1 g0 @( _9 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 v3 t T+ V9 EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 {: V, d& Y1 w4 n+ X3 k; D- ^, |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" `8 `+ |' ~: Y3 v) dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ u9 {/ |1 z p# W SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! G8 D1 m! h% \: _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ?/ _9 w, Y6 X+ V% \The 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,
/ h5 Z) ?0 y1 p& w3 U1 i- XHow you suffered for you sanity,2 Q* L8 E Q* |1 P! z
How you tried to set them free, 1 [% A, N1 N+ `4 X7 @
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' t) M1 h( A, y G- }6 U1 A7 [
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