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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* T D$ w. L! j& d% m( [0 g) XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! N5 W% q! l1 b# AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* P6 k* B: m7 p& P! K/ @; ^8 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , O9 V% Q! ]5 y# {7 q k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: _, N- q. t: x& ^1 }( h/ \How you suffered for you sanity,
6 `2 X5 }! T; ]How you tried to set them free,
% v q7 d8 z) x5 K8 Y9 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ v* E! h; o3 a6 V m. w1 r" J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% ?* }7 M; M) Y$ [ ? W4 C; W7 y3 J, W$ A$ LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / I5 Z/ F+ W8 o$ Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - m. Q8 E2 @( w! k" } z4 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 k. z m8 v# P6 b0 V( }/ U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 k# G1 Y2 ]; P8 R- RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( A2 m. C* D; i% K& i4 J: V6 o9 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 ?' H9 c, S/ `$ b" j* M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 r0 h/ Y# F, K7 Y' M9 D3 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 i' x% z9 ?" b. ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" N. X' y& s% V8 u0 a. a# TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! I* n, h% _1 ]/ S, x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 a0 e4 T; D2 F4 K7 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / e' g" A7 Q8 b) P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 w& a' |1 h$ M6 z7 k* Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
* f- `+ Z: ^2 \2 e2 {, g: DHow you tried to set them free, 9 l* A9 G1 C) }2 v" ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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