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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% `7 j3 Z8 o+ k& U: f, p! W- y( ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' X5 N& W6 u1 T. _% h0 n8 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 p' s& y. z/ \7 e3 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; A' b, n1 U3 U0 E9 y1 |' e3 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; p! D @8 ~! A, V4 t! w, z
How you suffered for you sanity, " h) ?* C- q2 }
How you tried to set them free, 1 G; Y4 t& G* ^- u. y; {0 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # t) Y0 u2 b/ S/ \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( g6 P4 D; `9 R S* U% }7 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, F/ a1 E& [& e% \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 i9 b6 S, L5 J+ i# e; E3 ]
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, / L. J8 H, f# c+ c- v* b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 J' a7 r- V! q# I5 U1 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! s$ c$ E3 }! @# G' cBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( W3 O' r6 K8 z' h, X2 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. e: d7 O$ J0 e
6 Y* ` k% i3 J9 l. ^: P1 @ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 N' M( d8 A) x% d- ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 {6 ]7 \5 e/ K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 H* p8 l' Z W( V3 k7 g* x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " A% i8 F0 D' x" |* D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" R ~6 I3 o' o# @' S; u9 zHow you suffered for you sanity,& W! R! F, Q+ ], J8 W
How you tried to set them free,
+ A; @; j& W( [, I7 Q+ ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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