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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 d* Y0 `3 K; G: A4 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( b8 S2 o7 o( \- ?0 B B" l# w3 o$ i
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; R& D- s8 w& _ H) u# \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; x! `1 G$ w8 ]1 S5 b* y% d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, R( H% }" W! p# N# A; q" u( d6 t6 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 }& T6 G7 P0 E% [& K" ?8 T
How you tried to set them free, ) [9 d5 @- s, D' a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / L6 P5 d' E8 V& v7 j1 [5 K3 O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 ?2 r9 R' S) D+ g, m8 v/ Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 F) o' L3 _+ r. FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " G) t0 |2 p: 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, * c$ Y3 I8 o/ [- d" |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 [. e9 p' b( l8 h7 ?; kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 d& I. B# ^3 y; D' K) N* h3 @But I could have told you, Vincent, + @6 J8 R' C7 ?1 C! O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 ?5 Y4 a4 a# R7 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , o% d6 k/ F: w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% Y$ k& C3 Q/ O$ p4 v" DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 v- y- b3 F$ t( M' R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" [4 A3 a- g& cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . [$ P# M) Z. f
How you suffered for you sanity,! c0 H# C7 y8 w1 Y
How you tried to set them free, 1 E5 |. n6 [2 s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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