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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 H3 s$ F* W6 ^$ o. i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 j) q% s* ~- O# r" WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ f5 U" i5 f; ?; b" j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! f4 a3 u) Z1 X3 T7 \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 B" C9 ?/ y0 u. B6 K9 T# g
How you suffered for you sanity,
( [/ }* T7 N# b) s+ T2 P9 n. w xHow you tried to set them free,
+ r, s9 t$ v8 R. jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , V& ^' O8 C- M: _- P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- x3 i' r" o# M2 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / `7 T: J, c! x, W4 f6 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( W% A$ ^" \% ^5 D4 V" e1 o
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,
* S; f* |8 z! b; ]" l$ h* {( ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# c' Z& f! s+ B+ uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# y# [7 g& F3 p! XBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) @* E4 h* m+ G* a* W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * p8 |+ i! _4 m/ `% |+ t6 s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. ?! r2 J! G$ _$ ^0 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - ~) g1 k& v5 C2 F: |; q$ z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : ]# }5 X! U/ @ Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' Q( d1 c# e5 ?; H, x2 q4 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # I+ ?5 U8 m1 t/ m3 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,5 J( c) j' q% i1 r D4 ~! A
How you tried to set them free, . R& H- R- O! ?9 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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