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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; t2 _( ~( X, X6 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ u7 S U- \) p! B$ J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," Z w5 g- I( Q+ b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 u; d: }& Y# ^, e1 y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 r8 t q& K+ m9 O1 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 ~7 A* ], U4 m9 J, xHow you tried to set them free,
5 L. g1 x; c7 Z' L- h( A! T! _$ A; o: SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) {# u9 U+ m6 @7 G% w/ `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * `6 F$ K8 o( J9 ?' w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ W! z3 b& e; S4 a* u; s$ W `8 C2 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 d6 e3 y8 [: ^, VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 o( n8 g" w9 B% O8 e* ^4 N2 G, T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& t, u7 b4 U) r/ J6 z" yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # J; w/ J7 n* }: b; x J) r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 f: s: E' b; I- }4 k9 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 h! [7 w# w% AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 h7 X' |; X' { L% v& ?' \. E8 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 g A$ i2 ~4 A# T- t+ h8 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* x# I* P2 U0 ~& E( {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 X1 I1 ^- n% F+ V! 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, 8 g% T- R& Y2 c/ c0 F% o% Q
How you suffered for you sanity,, z; Z8 p$ l& j
How you tried to set them free,
8 U( Z$ [$ ~7 n! H3 @6 J4 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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