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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % M. e7 f3 G4 [8 _: A1 I( R( X4 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + u& @9 s# \2 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; k' f: [& u2 M2 m& R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % d# {2 k+ c# S9 l& ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* r4 K" z( b) I" u" [5 ~6 uHow you suffered for you sanity, e. Z/ O( s, E
How you tried to set them free,
9 q4 |1 u& O& g8 V4 g' O+ A1 |$ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! M. g8 F7 e3 u% F/ Q. f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: S+ _; I, {6 x- a& `# C5 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 W3 m5 S% J$ \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - [4 H# k% R7 Z8 I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 y+ |) i8 J* N* B. yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 D0 v/ U/ ]& pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . B+ g7 j, ?4 x6 S( K' b1 u9 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & M% K# ]' z+ d
But I could have told you, Vincent, : F9 f, B V) R/ Q( O- b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. p( c9 t4 B/ D4 J. S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ S8 q# ~4 H( pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, e8 Y Y$ s8 }' V4 ^5 W A; bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" e$ n* l: M0 f5 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ ^ R( d2 r6 K) hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) s$ }4 a' _* Z2 K8 u) g0 z& P
How you suffered for you sanity,4 E; G8 V# w0 D; O8 p2 @4 `; b% v
How you tried to set them free, g/ }6 p0 J' F5 b% k: C- K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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