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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ g% F6 v: ^* p$ Y2 \$ X# nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / ^2 ?/ `3 ^5 @2 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# O; ~! ]5 `! U6 H: A; ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( j# s! [2 l5 _; P4 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 y. |/ @& U7 |- W7 ]* T
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 e% [ h. \- H8 F8 Q' i1 L# x! p
How you tried to set them free, % }! W8 j+ B- x- m; G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 I T% j9 [' l" W! n9 P+ k9 s1 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: [, G5 r7 U8 C3 m |/ T9 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 t9 a7 h& c0 a* {1 k( jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; c3 f8 y5 G1 \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 p4 o$ \0 M! _8 d9 P; r3 c
, p- k% r3 L. J% C8 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; i/ r3 K) ` }1 e6 n; Q! P0 e X; W/ B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 F9 O- G6 y5 N/ ~, qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 d2 P7 V/ X7 R2 V# J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( C% x* n" e/ Y- x) q0 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ^: }1 `6 D$ j2 n$ a$ D% bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* w9 B: W$ i; S$ t. vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. i ^! W9 ^( u) ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ _+ f4 U0 V+ c, P8 P( T9 H" C0 iThe 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, * \* i4 C$ T) v; a* n) ]# c+ [7 C+ C1 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ |$ \; f& G( D% D# [3 hHow you tried to set them free, * C" y9 u; `0 a. d! P4 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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