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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ~- h5 E! o, L) Y' k; VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 E% R7 P- T r* T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: ^% L& R+ ^+ WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 n- x/ ?# K$ w1 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 F& v$ Z _; r8 K9 z5 C/ z5 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
* v9 J2 s8 ?/ k6 @4 G- yHow you tried to set them free, * ^2 e. k% M3 \/ K) g) N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 G9 Y1 _6 g$ s1 f# v' {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 W) i! D. z& M* l2 q; s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " T. V2 l8 M+ \6 U! g# E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- F' d7 z( t' D4 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! ~( U" b ~# y3 M! L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% h+ ^& g8 O; M' W5 J" F, K: YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: u; O4 D" q4 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
% _! s7 p6 K ^. ~) ?% b6 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - o6 ~5 i; x1 W5 ^0 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. H# D$ a; D8 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 Y5 Q2 x0 C0 `5 [# x
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, * V0 q* G0 ~; [; g4 Q1 E$ t3 N# n8 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 J8 \& D- W& fHow you tried to set them free, 6 D+ E9 \: A5 @* ~# _. g% _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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