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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& j# [ R5 U( T8 I! \* m ]* }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " d- |5 w/ K' D4 u" C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, ?+ Z; e1 V- Y9 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 x9 M1 l% U I _7 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 }' E K9 q- D" y7 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
! N; F- }& m/ T1 s/ ^$ n& a! tHow you tried to set them free,
! c/ x' i/ L/ eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % S" m& E% n8 R- ]7 y$ ]9 t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% [; }. k" i. {5 X1 m5 cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# G2 S# t& e" h1 L& D. HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 B; @& \' J( Q3 Y, B0 Y7 {: c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 U/ m' u0 f' j+ ]) k. ^# n/ k% PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # f( m! c' d/ ~4 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 @3 @. X, ^% @# v( Y! S+ K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + ]' O) ?- t" S
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 C6 v. v! `# [4 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" w0 t9 s4 }8 _$ gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , r, Y F' S' p" C4 l$ P! I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 S9 u, S2 u9 o t: Z+ [5 t2 _
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,
! w% y6 ~' _; Z" ]: V2 v3 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
, m f; W$ G6 G. JHow you tried to set them free, * ~" P6 Z% Y/ `9 q! f& t q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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