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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 Z# |* p( {' m8 Q. b4 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 w. b, s& V- N$ D3 G, p* t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( Y1 v" I t, i" ]7 p# R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. k& S+ ^- a& K, e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- F9 @' V! S; S: ]3 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 z8 e4 m$ G( C5 vHow you tried to set them free, - S7 f$ \# j0 i& d1 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' k4 A: X8 c0 D+ x# a& @( M* kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ O/ E* G4 e m% @ c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( V( J% q, h2 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' h6 J @ m, k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 a1 l- V4 G Z* x2 P' HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ N& X# v$ [8 w- ^- HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 ?5 A) X( Z; UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - N; g1 R; ~7 x: E- l, g+ u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 M3 p$ l1 k7 p2 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 y x9 z, \7 g6 o- u6 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 n' S- z7 k) C: R K0 p9 |6 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& q5 i s0 I6 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 E, `6 j6 a1 v7 g$ _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. G6 H4 H$ c2 ? KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 e, `" B4 j' j; p; yHow you suffered for you sanity,- ?( t' a# j( _! g! f4 ^- D
How you tried to set them free, {6 [: B) D& D2 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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