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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 T' Q4 H- Q8 v5 @0 H5 k$ OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * Z0 a/ I& Q0 P' C. U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 O( b; P2 ]4 _- \4 r3 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( j: ?2 M/ T! S" |8 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 u0 M6 N8 }$ \4 I# VHow you suffered for you sanity, - S2 z V" b. {4 t+ L
How you tried to set them free,
" |8 r4 K% @1 ]4 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. i6 [+ h8 s8 ~( l; R6 t' a- x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( g5 {5 w$ ^$ K; a: e# VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 M& |; |& z9 F0 K2 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 r. D4 g" I/ A7 m6 R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 E9 x5 Y3 k d$ J5 U
`# _$ `# L9 B l+ l: X9 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) X& ?$ k& F* A2 O4 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % a0 s6 R+ y* x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* n, C; d0 v4 F6 ]( g ?. R$ @& tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# e( |7 V3 n2 e1 j. y0 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 }' _! N% v2 W+ [% HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 Y: A8 g& z2 {1 b# r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) A: v# X6 _. i( R2 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ e* f! m& T8 _9 i8 g) b9 Q [
How you suffered for you sanity,7 S1 D& ]' E0 d" b4 T N# I
How you tried to set them free, 1 I% v7 F9 a8 C3 a0 z6 Z* ]/ l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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