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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 p& v' x+ s$ ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# w& p; z, x, Y( }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ]+ d' W/ {3 g0 I# XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 K0 K' {( a* K, L. g/ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 s! ~. x- d5 }! I1 W; P8 W
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 B! v& x( j% M! m$ B& A, EHow you tried to set them free,
7 r# S" E# X, f& S8 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( G$ ~! a3 N* p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + N3 `6 d5 Z- C2 Y% l' |5 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / @% s. ^4 M9 ?; F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 Y2 t, h3 V/ a& `+ x6 `, {3 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % r# `9 Y2 ^8 W" D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 a$ I6 w: ?4 e1 s' t) MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : l2 W( q0 [) Q9 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 e1 T q" G. ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
! Y$ n8 A1 p0 q$ Y3 U" _7 Q" v7 b) aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 ]9 o" V9 c" W2 S- ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, e! h/ i- X q% O# x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% G7 v- x& F7 L0 I" v9 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ E- ^# a8 ^! I' y* ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) H" s2 E2 E4 s' m* Q/ D. y
, q! Z9 R7 ~6 _% k' VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / W" D- J* T+ }' m4 l, |% Z# E
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ j, e6 C$ c' s, B6 DHow you tried to set them free, + F% w# m d# L6 a2 r$ `9 g$ r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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