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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; K( R% g& k: _- E. O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . Y- _5 n/ }4 A! u" W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. ~* o2 i7 i, U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 o$ t7 n% ]* L& FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 [' O* ^- n: c& c( y. Q. g
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 k4 c1 r# X! ?! ?( M: O
How you tried to set them free,
3 i9 R* W. {, h6 _( ?6 H! aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, z& P1 D' e ~; NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 w2 l2 K- O$ x% X, z* h( x/ pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / Z! v& M- i/ r/ ?7 u% w9 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . `# D9 U3 i# f* ]& Q4 d, i
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, G0 b" C4 y" ~0 L. [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + T7 Q: \* W$ v3 v- w; F# V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. f1 r& M( L; W* E* j$ r" XBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 V/ U6 J( W0 n7 `# c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 p0 u7 ^/ d) |1 {5 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; U# C8 _% \* \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 o; A6 H$ |5 z( D, I/ B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) n2 s1 ^0 r' C7 d0 X
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,
# `6 S) \8 R: f- u9 M! tHow you suffered for you sanity,+ j9 Q: e' H% o6 Y9 ]5 V
How you tried to set them free, . s$ f1 _# g5 L6 g( i, r" ^( B1 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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