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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 X! @( s% L& m6 M+ | Q* q. qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 ~# L5 D( W1 H& S" VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, p* x& \1 @2 M+ x" v& A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& S' m) N3 ~9 I: t k" mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* S8 t- m1 a5 S AHow you suffered for you sanity,
, [" ~9 B/ y$ w! S9 tHow you tried to set them free, ' F- W1 f% d* K" C# F2 T( }# w. P0 ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. e3 F G4 P5 R; a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & s5 M) o( ^" S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # G# K! ^; Q3 V! A% _- o' p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, y9 R8 v3 |2 V3 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 i/ a G1 p* k" m5 F& Q( v' U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, l% C+ W$ `2 T/ v% {$ E. r3 `! M }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 B/ B0 m% b+ `9 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 e+ c: B+ w! N2 n G u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 x/ i# R* C7 P/ ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 e5 r+ `$ }; yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & H2 G' w# Q! ^8 z9 E2 m1 C$ m- N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 G1 K a: l' @9 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 B& b9 d" U$ b6 H4 k0 `& U7 \. y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 @5 N6 w1 M/ B. d' M! Q& V) C ~
4 u/ H% l' U& `# r2 N) PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # j! B# K0 R! H I) i
How you suffered for you sanity,5 n' `, N8 f! a
How you tried to set them free, ( ?: }+ Z6 ~* z7 t& i0 W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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