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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 X) `6 i- n* H) \/ L* @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
b8 m, M2 y$ J( A0 ]/ ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% c$ A$ N% z. f+ c! S$ ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 d5 [5 W9 D8 [9 t& r! _. M0 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* v; v8 W& Q8 C, U7 v
How you suffered for you sanity, / |+ n* [" s" r% Y
How you tried to set them free,
* [( C* f* E* @7 i! A NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! s; g# Z, l, Y8 h) n% o$ x L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 i, V# _$ w: n$ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 E4 r' p) C! F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( A6 P( A1 f% \1 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ w2 v6 b% s( F# \- E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / K: a; ]' D) f) j+ |, b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' k" [2 p, P8 D0 \% l; KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 I6 D9 ^4 A7 y! o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 s$ v& L6 L4 m2 y/ d6 _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" e# j. _+ H( e: {- v8 j: tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 n6 P7 C' |: TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 m# u: j# u- N+ E, q" ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 M! ?. C- L: }% }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 |6 X R1 Y: j& W& m2 A8 C1 ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 C- _& B% T5 Z$ l2 z+ e6 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
r/ M' S7 \( a# b7 L- m. e) ?6 UHow you tried to set them free,
2 D- O8 m }4 g3 V& W) XThey would not listen they're not listening still, " m5 I" O0 l9 ]4 ?1 w" S5 j9 v6 ^) ~! r
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