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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* h3 q7 J3 o% iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " [* k! W; P; j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" _* d6 B% Q# h! p( g* CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 Z' D' H, X* M" Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 m7 t( E2 }- V- ~How you suffered for you sanity,
$ s3 e. y( [; S) Y" C/ ]: @How you tried to set them free, ) I- j7 c: T2 C; t0 @# w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" A/ a" C, C- v4 P1 R, SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 S7 p4 ?% y0 T" h6 E, y/ S, |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # J. M z/ S+ G; P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* Y+ G, d2 D( g& [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: k7 ?- w, d( n/ ^9 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! b( X* w2 h( d6 y2 N- {# s2 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ L$ O* m5 ^) \7 _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- L( \% M9 q; q5 p, f- L" o5 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, " K% X+ M# m$ ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + h; b8 K" _! }3 ^2 z' a0 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 {% I6 P7 g, }2 N0 Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 g7 T3 M- a8 x) i7 } B2 a" Y1 O% i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 I! R) {9 J0 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& w, i4 y8 u0 C: hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% E; y+ [! e s3 p% SHow you suffered for you sanity,+ U7 N2 ]$ C: h5 O7 n
How you tried to set them free, 2 V9 v% o: o9 }3 ?: V) c/ y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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