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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% n2 O7 q0 D& |1 L' i/ N- aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
^2 x. M, A( V( X' ^6 r. b9 h tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. U% V: B4 c3 M9 b% ?: F6 y0 L1 V1 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # F7 R, O! k+ G- Q# N/ E; o0 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, ?( N1 E! L* t/ c' [& \+ F6 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ P* J: m6 t' s5 t" IHow you tried to set them free, 7 @+ h O& J* k! d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 S6 h7 ~6 _1 r$ \# t: x4 q8 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! d, Y1 v( v8 g2 W3 A! x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) ?* {# Y4 y: |1 Z, D/ z" V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' S4 }9 \* U9 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 @- ?6 g3 K* S+ D qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . ?5 `6 s% z$ @% A- y) j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ?+ ]0 f. y' P( ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # ^5 [, P+ l: R& J3 G5 i2 y1 l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( d z( R! h$ J. J$ C/ zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ T# Y* k. w% r% ~# \% LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 R& E6 I: {7 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" S, u4 E2 @* _7 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; l n2 e" v: c' B
3 T2 t9 c( u7 i+ D& J6 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( ~' l; N( O) d8 x- ?5 jHow you suffered for you sanity,. h2 I- V7 }1 X- g) H5 H
How you tried to set them free,
6 h6 T; C. j3 Q3 }! _4 vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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