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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, A3 q/ {* A- ~$ z( BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# a1 I) L4 W7 C& Y) rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 F' y( R- j0 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / Y0 e& a" k0 x' O: S5 w. @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( v* L4 `4 Z) m/ u- F1 R' J! G
How you suffered for you sanity,
( \& z+ V6 R% V5 fHow you tried to set them free, ' d6 W7 H( W4 m2 j* m# a& \" N3 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . r3 u0 \5 s' z# Y' H- |6 z+ `) G& E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 Q! }1 E! V0 g, W) t4 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 L4 T1 Y8 t: c X" t) e8 s: bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& l* D7 B% d+ v* U9 e! E- yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( e, u3 a; [- v4 m2 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 C- V4 J& ?' Z/ \) ^: H% k- q# eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) Z+ G- c4 N. Q+ G L% GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" S1 w/ E, t1 @1 M- X4 _0 o# BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 }9 s6 Z% l9 U! rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! n: N" E9 W, T a1 K9 ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! c( ?/ `! z& f% Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 T! O6 E" C3 `4 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ R u* g/ W% D. DThe 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,
& I* o+ N/ y2 D. ^) eHow you suffered for you sanity,: T9 b+ ], X+ V+ V, p
How you tried to set them free,
: d/ r2 G4 J: _They would not listen they're not listening still,
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