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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& S* ^" C) m8 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! O+ v" E# h, W" nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 z7 t: B- I4 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % v4 d& _* ^7 x2 X* m" o' I4 K7 ?: g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# i y$ v, {' r2 p9 l' ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ l& a2 t& H; Z& v9 T i$ |How you tried to set them free,
$ K* K5 @, R$ }1 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: X s$ ?' i4 ^$ O2 kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' @/ T. @- Q9 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 h1 K- ]6 U7 |0 s4 P) _4 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 D% V9 j% _& w- ` o6 B2 j4 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - H" \! R; o6 S7 S3 j7 d" e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 X$ [( x% ~; p& P, I$ d3 d
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " S' O! D% L: q! e6 L; W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 _& B% _0 E& jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 |1 o: ~ @: `- \) ?* SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 |$ ^# v( @; K# L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 Q) |: s. U6 \- k6 z1 i% xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" a, Z* ^, _. z) r! SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( E# t, f+ G1 p8 r* M( v6 l, r. \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 Q- l6 [% J, ]& B, O; M
How you suffered for you sanity,
( h$ ~( ?* c4 H: z* h9 BHow you tried to set them free, % c- U6 R/ @- A1 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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