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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 H9 D: G6 j' v4 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* v& A$ N M+ L# L* ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, x9 b5 g2 l. a# V# m) d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 T* b0 w+ z+ s: S' rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; A9 P+ R/ m" X' T" ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
y+ X# N: s4 ^2 iHow you tried to set them free, & E* ?1 ~; o% v% H$ C' S: C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# w/ W" y6 M& _9 b& J3 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. H" T" D4 q) m4 h1 s) ~+ R! ^. m. @! uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# x" N) _. F5 P5 G% HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 Q+ W. L: T2 B4 T( A( uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , X" A4 E6 g0 P8 V% M3 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ [" M. ^# F8 s, E3 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 N0 \7 E) {8 |% z7 r) |% f [ @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 f4 U, H1 x& E6 ~0 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, . y, N) z; _4 G% l* O4 G& Z! f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. n& f" z, a, w8 f5 d
7 D% j, u6 {; a9 U4 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( P d! \% l# q3 `3 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ }" L( I$ x, z8 @7 o8 L* d' {7 YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% G) p; t7 N2 K, `9 m( s4 W7 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& Y3 r2 Z* M- {7 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ ~, k( l' h9 E) k( {How you suffered for you sanity,
5 d) y p5 ^1 p. x! R6 eHow you tried to set them free, / Q6 z8 X% c |5 F: F3 }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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