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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* Y- y5 u7 O( x: C RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 q- [! }* u' P8 h# l9 ?% a+ l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, }/ _# N" V' s, [" H8 ~' I+ S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" y `/ f1 N1 K pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% t5 Z( T/ u) O+ u; N: _
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 m/ t+ c% T, g# F" OHow you tried to set them free, 5 q3 h5 L* m. R7 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 B1 a: W: `: a6 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! Y. s3 ?& T3 F- j" B6 `. Q, d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 u; f! s( B) F$ pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' A1 B% z" t9 H+ U t- A; EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 _3 X4 ?6 d+ G, C1 g. DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 H3 R6 q( Q5 x3 N# P4 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 n, W- M% K2 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # m, C. O5 d- |9 D6 @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- V3 Y& h; h- F. yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: B1 t& g& {5 i* ~- Q8 E# z7 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- q0 g8 W% {$ y* UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 r% n, A9 X8 ]! [1 t6 w iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 ? X8 r8 }& GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: m/ n( T& S1 I: }4 Y1 Z* i; U1 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - L8 O& @' S& J
How you suffered for you sanity,
' F8 ~" W o" z. [8 l7 v; s JHow you tried to set them free,
8 y+ y$ Y% F3 CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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