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" D' Y! @( ^# i O* W3 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! W6 @( V1 t$ w, `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
y- t1 ^) ?3 k% S/ c5 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' i3 \& g* {& ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / k3 G/ |9 J! C& c+ K* u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, @! C+ v9 w% H0 a/ {: x! u
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ X- |! y+ K$ q: LHow you tried to set them free, ; J9 o& b/ {, B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : T3 s8 f& Y+ c0 P- }4 y1 [: Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& H+ n# `: O5 x [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 \0 ?: x5 y3 s. p) T! aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( ?0 [+ Q, D6 ?
Weathered 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,
: R# n" L5 X- R5 G( G' x3 HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' A( ~& t' \( h7 m4 z: T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 w% f; J3 d6 E$ F5 d- m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 W( t3 a( ]- B- o+ n. lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% z9 p( T; X1 [3 D/ Q* iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( B/ z2 s4 n+ z7 I8 N( h! }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + X% P( v' A1 {- M) F8 R
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, 2 H2 l* R$ O: c" W3 |8 G
How you suffered for you sanity,( y' I0 Q6 k6 p$ d
How you tried to set them free, + m8 k6 e8 x. ^3 o; U/ @, E! l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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