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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 l c$ i c( Y6 d1 q* v* M6 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 _* C! P9 P+ B( y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# V; ?5 y/ C' N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& a- @. n4 U& D7 [2 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* \ Q+ S% l* |8 D) ^5 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 i! G/ W7 c3 X5 X6 ^4 mHow you tried to set them free, / K- a1 E6 \% j- u' i, H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- t' l6 H1 Z5 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 D' c; q/ N+ q9 `5 D* G9 a5 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, v0 w0 y# Z. a/ m% n2 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 F: l5 Z+ [3 {. z% g% t$ A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 c/ ~# I2 j5 w0 ~7 }9 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - w3 e& q" I+ x5 _* T; {& ]/ x8 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 Q8 n/ k+ w. i1 \7 y8 V$ R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. I" e5 W& X8 E, o% e# N4 s1 H: ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ F) } {( ]0 A: A! ?% P1 P+ B' p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, g! {3 b9 w- Y+ K7 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ O$ n& F* W7 }1 e5 m, c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 F4 N$ a% @* I8 I8 {& X+ K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 y" Q% D7 [" ]4 p) l7 G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 E9 a! _: t* H' ^8 F
How you suffered for you sanity,' R! b3 {, V6 Y* G, e* e
How you tried to set them free,
; G, g/ L5 Y% v4 x$ \4 c& a& OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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