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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ V9 ^+ s, i2 f8 j' QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 c+ ^6 |% r2 h9 z* T( b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. i; m) p. f# n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ f, H U- Q. N/ j" D+ {) {; ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* F/ _$ _3 }5 @) L( i. \- F
How you suffered for you sanity, $ ]- M5 O6 a2 |( l0 [' F! C
How you tried to set them free,
8 e* g4 y/ X& ?! w/ EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# Z* v0 u8 a( t5 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 N- _2 s) ?( p! H2 M; vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + z; T# w2 C4 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! j7 |+ f _+ O+ I) w+ E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 L, {8 W, D; k% m' q. @% g
0 _) V% }) v3 q! b" xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + m, s1 m A8 X$ O- A7 x4 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 o9 u1 [: o& h! Y# y& q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! \, s! M! _. ]' h7 T8 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 G: ^, a# Z: A; kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 h8 d5 F0 h$ l% W$ d- d9 c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * v: ^" Y/ Q* o1 e6 X" l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 T$ o2 n0 W/ ~ x. QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 Y/ Q& ~4 A, x( J1 W+ F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 p) B' a& [( ]% v6 o' a2 D9 ~0 \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 ]# o# J0 d, A8 V% ^% |How you suffered for you sanity, ?0 Z& {9 `9 l, |( n: i4 Z
How you tried to set them free, % C% N* c0 K( G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 e: p& c( y7 f% [6 {Perhaps they never will. |
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