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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, ]/ }! w6 b+ @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( s; C. |* n( h0 F7 @7 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: a2 r# A, X. j% U3 B3 i0 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* F: F# s" F' ~4 S: I/ K; O2 F+ ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,, b2 I( R: ]/ `; O
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 r: _, t6 g( K5 ]& b
How you tried to set them free, ) r8 X8 P% z; ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' |5 `9 Z$ I8 X3 }" D8 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: ^% \9 N& e* F/ o5 n/ D, T: VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 q5 F$ @1 f, S. vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 G. ~ S7 j- V/ }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - Y# l- m' }9 b0 W4 W9 A% c
, h6 H, u/ L. X8 c* O8 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 H4 i \4 K/ X7 o% M" vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ R6 h$ b# C _* EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # E6 _# x# D) q& g( b
But I could have told you, Vincent, # X6 l# r4 m& G% z7 c& B9 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ q. H. J) Y! n2 {6 j- C$ g# Q* gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ H% \$ @8 @7 P l, ~( }/ YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) I; u8 N& n3 x* T9 M: [5 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - ^2 y5 G' D! h9 E" Y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( q! U/ a- Y* v3 q
How you suffered for you sanity,1 j/ h$ ]2 \* [9 y
How you tried to set them free, & \2 x( h. B! j9 T8 u- o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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