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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 ~2 I9 e4 r1 J- z. }# I, ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 v, ~+ a; ~# wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- \9 y7 |6 l2 l; L. t4 S o1 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ O! O5 Q* g3 P% K: q! |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 f6 N! O$ \( l3 X# a+ dHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 K7 X3 _. W: p8 |! M! v
How you tried to set them free, + M7 W2 J7 w$ L" C% J) }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 Q5 r3 B5 v _3 t8 W% Y+ O$ d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( ~1 \& c9 ~4 t, ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . a! g5 k4 b- |' R: U$ @& ~: W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % W/ t3 e* Z3 X8 u, ]7 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 H# K& M9 m }2 P0 v* q$ U. w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, ^7 v1 S: E _2 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; k4 j4 ?1 ~! ^# a
But I could have told you, Vincent, }" |9 H: f) ?, I4 l: c1 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' N/ L, B3 o+ r* D d( s! O/ c# LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" V, P: F" ?6 _! ?% `2 H( ^1 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ^1 P+ [. u0 z1 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( x; J, M5 B( e6 b; SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # I3 }, \' H5 \) ?7 I
How you suffered for you sanity," E( ~7 G& C: h3 W2 J1 a/ b6 p
How you tried to set them free, 1 W7 a8 Q+ ]$ c* l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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