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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: {/ K8 E. c5 l; CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' I) p- x: F. [$ d* C5 x$ U' VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 ?7 ], y; ]2 O1 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 h* |8 U- e9 q6 w" B$ J$ B! v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' S9 ] {: ^0 \9 }& e
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 V) p/ A. q/ z
How you tried to set them free,
% s8 X# E, g+ q8 z! E/ DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # i$ U I' g( o! b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # }( K* l1 U. t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) m7 B! |8 {6 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& ]3 }1 g# `- s) hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ A7 K, ?1 h4 K/ _" i ^# f4 I [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 C3 u5 B( \: LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; i* n# i- v5 ]/ C8 q3 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + n* b e, X* O+ C$ R0 D; u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 R( i+ G+ a* N! m% t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 |: ]" ^% g% g: Y# nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 t% _+ e* i4 H8 L8 B$ ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& R1 Y. n7 E: v- X' r( dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% s4 k, G' T2 {, G- I- WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 V$ X" Q" ?% j) N8 q6 R0 ?$ U
5 ?2 U* \3 x0 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; V7 V7 w2 U* z
How you suffered for you sanity,) f7 f6 ~# R7 @% h& g
How you tried to set them free, 0 M/ \* A* Y7 O6 S$ J7 k0 k9 O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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