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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( g. u' X! m' \$ C3 ^# e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 `$ F2 i+ b6 `3 I4 ?7 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 p% V$ \+ m; zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' [! u7 J' N2 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, b Z1 l8 l! _# c
How you suffered for you sanity,
) A% W% ^' s) Z$ O$ O2 \How you tried to set them free,
* y9 ^5 u9 Y! }$ PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 h( W8 |" k" f6 z! m% {5 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& M0 D* k" B4 k$ k% aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* M9 w! a! K7 H5 @! y0 V3 T2 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 }4 @- B5 T* rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Y# s a+ q% p }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ k7 D8 }* ^2 F. P$ r1 ~# EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 @8 l$ ^; R( x2 \, UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 \: o" j2 q( B ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, " k' J9 A* F$ y, n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 B/ T( H1 ]; R- \3 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) V4 K: Q# X. }5 j2 g# I& p" NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* s# S% E0 G, S" V) F, `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, ! g H7 |' p1 {- F
How you suffered for you sanity,. K! @# K- ]8 m8 f" a8 x/ p% ~9 U8 H
How you tried to set them free, ) T& j: ?) X0 p4 M) x: m- y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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