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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) l E; d) c4 n4 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 h( d+ B6 [- T0 g0 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% E) i& L# [$ y- n! D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 b! _0 Q" ~$ s& I# ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; E) W% r2 O$ b* x& {7 Q t; j; J3 b/ @
How you suffered for you sanity, : H8 a. R2 y. F# K2 P5 {6 X
How you tried to set them free,
* j/ H8 f6 X( x1 X/ o/ C. _% p UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ A& X( C1 D. [; k7 }. u8 M3 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 _5 M# J) G+ h5 d! \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 h6 O- z: r( f# Z# yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 Y' s) [! I" ]+ J* r# [- E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( Z2 a/ g; {2 o% d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) `6 q q4 J0 ]1 G' x) w: cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 H: y1 B0 d9 h1 y& M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - I% H7 ~ p7 H* I1 t q, m: H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' f- k( |) o3 q2 H' W& B1 o1 @& zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , `4 g3 H: c5 h4 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( J7 A y4 k8 Z& q5 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , v9 u/ a. q1 z! S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : j0 e7 r5 v: _3 N( h" Q( K
5 T8 q% B: A1 t7 b1 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; I7 r/ N; p8 U* yHow you suffered for you sanity,
" W. n9 F3 P; N5 D& o YHow you tried to set them free, * N( l" m! P: p" E' ?. N7 G7 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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