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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. m+ B* V* y$ h; _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* ^* U0 x" d$ S6 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
_6 P3 s# g, c7 F5 z. yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 _0 n8 ~" d9 z+ P- k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- I, J) ?. s f3 g. b1 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
, N9 [, W8 J4 Y$ ], j9 ^, cHow you tried to set them free, % b# A/ z; }7 g/ l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ X }! g; s: K" y, yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, g( \/ P0 K6 i$ F, { ?+ Z. \2 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# ~) `9 y; `4 ]& k' Q: zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * Y- R0 k3 n4 k. ?1 W+ l; H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - C2 g0 Z, [- R; u( x& q% | Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* F/ X, v* S& P- x2 R6 {. ^* W8 F" GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( l' y3 J" o2 H- G. q8 F- tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % [) D6 a3 K6 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( |# p4 m5 H; W; a; k( x9 d) mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 N: v0 a% K' Q/ d( z8 {/ X1 x# KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 x2 S2 A" q0 b9 A6 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 j- X* L3 \. X. o& T. o+ B) VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ t' A1 _' t0 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ X3 B* f# I/ P& U" t# iHow you tried to set them free, & x: f5 T- y; O" p1 E0 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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