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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; w. ^& p" j/ k6 O; O$ YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
M) I7 V9 W8 K9 w) S4 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, f8 N N: T- D3 B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. B" z, [# \( H' _% h4 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* n+ B6 V4 _; Y: @, V: `How you suffered for you sanity,
% b# i. d7 M4 ^! EHow you tried to set them free,
% j+ m4 t: Y" ~- ^% D/ q, wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 R8 u4 b) v# |$ N, U& A4 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * \+ A1 b: i6 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 q! U' p+ o% v, X* y7 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # a; V C0 T8 X( v! W6 I
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,
3 T, W+ k" Y- ]( ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 d: a4 v9 ` r% B/ A" b4 `8 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 l0 j) \. c1 v! M% H
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; S& V9 p: z* S* L( j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / Z6 `1 W% A1 {3 ^9 \1 \: H+ h+ Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * E" E, Z" M# R" O5 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. o9 n0 ?: |, p. y3 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 I% h& B4 Y; B# Z* b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / v: P& S3 q5 ]; v' m
How you suffered for you sanity,: y" [8 s) M* x9 T
How you tried to set them free, + r; J" M* M U: i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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