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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! a! Y# i- s, G* JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% n+ n: D4 v$ i w: PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," g) `- n7 z; }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ^. p' S, L1 z* H( m+ p7 c8 t* n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) U) I: {- R9 e: U# k. ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ U; A$ I0 U! O: \How you tried to set them free,
8 n1 S9 A0 l% S0 a! }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 Q, {- A4 C& w$ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % U: N+ d& L* M4 k2 L. O, j2 `9 ]1 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- q( Z; [' L# ~4 C1 U0 DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 j9 y8 J+ a* G3 h' h" m7 q' {& PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % L9 W; [7 p, H" d7 p
# Y) T$ k9 [! o; P4 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
g' W. S, g/ GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- u4 B) Y8 W; x3 V% VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
i8 Q0 G$ b' U4 h( g8 `But I could have told you, Vincent, " v# c2 a7 P. q% \1 z, ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 N8 O) ?$ d' [4 @& E2 ]3 m) ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( y$ R _3 h: M/ e" X T0 D! j" TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# d2 C6 ~# g! F: O) p% g5 q4 f! F5 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) a; F' c2 f; R- L
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,
+ i! \% e" @$ }, P/ k/ @How you suffered for you sanity,7 W' A9 \9 `0 l2 c$ O# a
How you tried to set them free,
* k' ]$ Y6 u% |1 \. D# gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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