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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . N# Y2 D. Q% E- \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( n) h9 J# f. l1 j3 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," A; [: i' n% h' _ x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 N& a; Z3 h6 R3 m* c% U' J2 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 \" x1 Y- {5 q8 r6 h! Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 N0 H( X+ k: _# E3 k
How you tried to set them free, # k0 k" n: B1 Z+ p0 H/ c$ S2 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # [# J6 M j: b8 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / _! X, O! x7 q2 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 K2 l/ c! E; i& t4 m1 k( c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & ~+ w% q! ]& B, |* Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( W& G3 T. e, p! R! I; ]9 Z6 f. \# d" sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 u. O$ T- L. W, O; l8 F( g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 H% e' Q+ L9 C. L$ R% v4 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 N$ i0 j! j' U V1 D3 J4 Q6 X/ NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 L% }# k; g) O3 \& @8 Z+ t9 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; z w( C2 h9 q3 l+ z' K a9 v4 J0 `# {7 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * |5 c: w' O0 ?' B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; `" P! W0 s% ]7 T! A# o5 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 E7 T) g/ E$ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 u4 t' V9 _5 {! w- P; @1 J, C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 b9 P1 c: \$ O- ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ E" a3 \# s/ S1 ~How you tried to set them free,
" g( f6 g3 n* H4 L" V, n: ~. @They would not listen they're not listening still,
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