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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% ~& q& R" n% v" Q# u& ?' J) NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- k& p% Q; d& z6 f1 z0 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ h& ]9 M; {! e6 B* {1 ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 j1 z# x" i9 m) X6 o. ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ T. o& _( k1 \How you suffered for you sanity, 5 O: }& V- p/ w# F0 L
How you tried to set them free, 7 }/ C0 I0 M6 |: ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; [# V& O4 W$ W$ i2 z6 o2 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 t6 \0 \0 |6 S ~ q6 ^; PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ H0 r* j6 A; g9 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ A2 U" r; S) H& F* xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ Z6 I9 x7 F5 T$ _" M$ w. w2 P
6 y, B% Q9 a4 q: ]) I+ ?8 G# PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, }, v3 }' y; s: G- f% O5 P1 |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& W2 I6 m, U) K* t% ?* o2 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 D3 `- T( D8 j" {! ^0 r+ Y1 ?) K
But I could have told you, Vincent, " d0 V# G6 v$ X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 B. B5 e% L# o; u" w3 b0 {& V1 ^7 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( B( w/ c( q2 p% v! w# WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ d6 t$ E: P$ N+ W: o
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,
# o4 F5 }( z7 C- [* w& J6 E1 U" M; mHow you suffered for you sanity,# c+ [% T5 [# S- A Q# b
How you tried to set them free, , j( K/ [( }) v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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