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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
E _* E# n) d: z: Q% R; X1 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 {( g# C6 v2 C5 a4 _, x% r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ g* A7 G5 E3 } v5 |2 C K& bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) m L3 A+ c& |6 r8 oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* m, ^ m, h5 c; k
How you suffered for you sanity,
% i( t: \6 D0 E1 q8 K. e' kHow you tried to set them free,
* d/ X D. ?$ a) ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. X% {& r: K a) A( v4 u# R9 j2 o) V9 Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , _% x6 o% C7 w( [2 m0 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) C& M. x# \8 a6 a1 e0 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 i! m$ Z1 Q* J4 _' J# P- |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * V0 S8 i: m+ I0 U2 r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 Q+ F# L. p5 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ a: }$ i& Y$ i% uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, G$ b: B& O; ]: _1 IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; f+ h( c# I T/ d6 y5 { K& F2 e/ RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- a! G' d) }# XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ z$ W. X1 v. K: vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + ?' y0 O! D9 G( a
The 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,
* F! `, D' @# h. b1 b/ uHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ _- V% L0 i+ |: k* I: j6 t& gHow you tried to set them free, * \+ t E5 G6 F' `- C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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