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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 L6 m9 ^/ V' [4 V4 l# d3 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 {0 u! _- V+ B; OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 C9 Q( b) Q0 N6 F$ e+ |0 |( d I3 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : J3 ], Q4 g. S& g" a3 F4 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 {' _2 j! D5 t. M5 s. W& Z+ V1 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
; C) J2 z% m( m' m% UHow you tried to set them free,
0 g- W- X+ u" D1 f- z$ @& KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. a+ k8 O/ \( L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - g+ d" {5 W; r7 Q& h* ]0 L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ @- c) Q6 A8 f* ?* |# s; g2 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % G' i* G5 \1 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + h& U7 g# I7 i6 q( Y" {' E! A
+ ?7 b# G0 ~# U7 B: d% _) sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& I1 T* y1 j7 q& g* B. PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" ~1 F R F( X4 ^7 z1 Z. i, F% oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, f8 v3 P" F: h7 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, / q" n1 G, O) l! S- F& s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ]6 I8 R3 x! i$ }% L4 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* x5 U3 d: {) jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 G: q9 ]% r$ t6 J+ J n; C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # r8 s f5 j2 s/ J% M j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 ]- {: J" z. |6 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
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They would not listen they're not listening still,
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