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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" i- M! M* B0 h- A$ {, OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" j: R( j' M9 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ e5 t! N B- ?" K' G9 ?- S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 y6 L. l! Q$ K* d: V; R$ T0 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* ?# j5 s# p D5 O+ t7 ` ]
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 L) {$ ]" [* f! `# q% S
How you tried to set them free,
! D* B/ w ]! z6 H6 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; r, _$ H- p$ n8 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 V" w+ t. G1 @* G: M5 p1 Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . G* S+ D/ P: M+ g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) W$ n# h$ ]6 V/ rWeathered 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,
; I: Q2 Q! n( l( K0 x& K( rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% [( a6 @: k2 U) |; o7 d4 `3 T4 h! dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ R s, C7 h9 E* _, S2 x% _But I could have told you, Vincent,
* ~ X. P( W# [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - k; u$ @- {# ^: E$ T1 I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 C' Q) d% z* h, vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - L, b: n z) T; \0 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) @0 c k; N) ?" G. Y; M4 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) F" l* u2 D) NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, T. w* R+ T3 A* x. w; kHow you suffered for you sanity,) f1 j- J, y# J9 _# ~
How you tried to set them free,
% l7 b8 e1 j' E+ n- ?6 ]+ K4 BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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