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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* I% ~) J; X P9 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ L# O% _2 a1 q8 P. M$ z/ n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 z1 H4 D# M+ U( u) e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 \1 d/ H( l' x7 h. _) H% H/ p1 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' J0 ~! _6 F. `2 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 @, H1 a, w& [( p3 J+ LHow you tried to set them free,
* E/ T3 B7 H" A* F# RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" G1 b2 f* t; P7 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! b! r8 |7 D% y+ g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 I. l( i6 b$ `" _ I) ?4 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( d& q8 M4 [7 J& d, 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, / Y. z4 o5 q0 x6 _* x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 n; w' c3 ?; ]- T/ T2 r, N! Y( ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ u% L$ T1 Q5 t& I" X9 D+ p0 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, . J- Z# k7 L. T8 W. l& {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ]6 f3 g) u% Q- u9 f8 N) J* [' D8 P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 e- n" ?) _4 E, H+ l- @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 V4 L8 ]2 U. h6 E6 u' o# ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) S- o n, l( |3 I$ h, a& V; j8 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " e% \# M/ {4 t
How you suffered for you sanity,. w# A9 \, c" P5 h6 N' g$ y: i" L: z
How you tried to set them free, ; b3 b H8 B( w, s% ?% P4 z- X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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