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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * Q1 G( O6 c( N- U9 @: k. _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 [4 `& d& I) E3 F0 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ @5 y( D, Z* t" V0 S+ _" Y7 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 b* c. Q: l$ ?4 w" [5 {0 o7 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. V; R' E) J; S! J* Q8 t/ e
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 z) V, J! b: W8 EHow you tried to set them free, ( h) O8 P( A1 Z, e' {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 f7 Q- \( f6 `) }" _' `: Q" T1 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 }* d/ q, ~( k3 o, c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / R6 V- h( ~7 d* f" a. r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, E' h) e' k' H9 Q3 L1 X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 h7 e8 K# s6 f+ S( b
4 q% G3 d( R7 e. iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) G& @" [( h, V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 Q4 L+ ^6 F# m4 a0 v# RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 k! ]& {0 D4 }+ mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 r$ W3 Y4 Y2 C2 V; pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 q5 c" s# N1 }- C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. I4 G @' p6 B& I" u0 O9 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 I- @( M; V3 C8 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . h ?# D+ Q4 z; |# V: g2 a c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% n- T: ]3 `9 t, N. r( K) Q" \% cHow you suffered for you sanity,; D5 B- X1 d& m
How you tried to set them free,
' M0 v" ~) ?# v [. b1 @They would not listen they're not listening still,
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