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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - ]+ t2 D' Q2 J. N) Z# X' ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( C, j9 T' Y% }6 g* qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ u3 K# w, d' \4 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 B# C, a6 C7 o5 _ hNow I understand what you tried to say to me," b* K; @1 z) I. f
How you suffered for you sanity, $ q% Z0 H8 }: o) v( _
How you tried to set them free, # t( K. w# a0 W9 a. R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, m3 ^+ z6 C1 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 f& H4 X) H# U/ c1 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 k+ B$ a+ X( J+ N. cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) c4 p% q5 N+ wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- e" I+ y. l0 u" V) v% U8 K6 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! X1 ^8 c3 b& Q, a# B0 J* ~3 P# c! NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. q! e4 t) y1 Z5 t8 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 h4 k0 j1 _ ] l/ s L2 D+ P4 P
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! h" d, c) y% J U+ {! Z- [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 D3 Q) k) d/ I" \2 z2 `# hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. a4 V: S7 }9 F, jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
g7 l k/ }! E* B) ]8 h" {- ~/ M9 |, V' ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 e/ Q! D6 X9 H% ~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,
& b7 I8 f- M4 @8 bHow you suffered for you sanity,3 u N$ _3 M6 h( y: a% a
How you tried to set them free, * }+ T0 @' K y9 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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