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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 e% i6 X! Q7 J: _1 e9 f5 ~( k1 t/ VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! G4 k; l) [ h. w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: s. `1 ^. k |. M& ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' w* o, R7 l7 x& ]1 e! F1 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# b+ S# @% E+ N# J$ s' o( yHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 e2 E" C9 u V$ D3 L# K r
How you tried to set them free,
7 B9 U8 l: Q, c% T: \7 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * Z. |. H. S& {1 R6 j L- J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 r$ z3 `- ^) k% |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ g7 b& @8 `4 v( w/ V: y6 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 l& b& p! G, LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! s$ n0 V! c+ W$ v7 Z0 q6 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 `3 R" P" n: N; H7 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 H" a5 g" q' M2 k& e/ aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' _& v+ ^, ]/ k; e0 TBut I could have told you, Vincent, + ~) n) ]) ?0 T1 a7 U; _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - ^' R, v' W9 ^( v; P, u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# o: X3 j# w% h8 y& ] ?2 iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& N9 E- u# A8 }! p/ @/ lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 L( P& D0 G& O$ V. pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 y& ^. j+ S: f! G6 z' iHow you suffered for you sanity,
* D7 u( @' d3 Y; c, m/ rHow you tried to set them free, 8 N6 u( Y' U$ H h) Y, J. _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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