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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 {8 S4 D# O# l W% ]5 @+ N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) d6 k0 ^' F* ?4 G7 b& z+ m/ pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ ^5 }: A: i4 i5 b; o' h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: d5 t/ m6 ~# G0 i- B6 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 k0 I4 O3 h) n' ?. \How you suffered for you sanity, 5 _1 B5 H" y1 h
How you tried to set them free, 3 Y! L, p5 \. S# f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; _+ F/ E% ^. ?/ R, JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) @5 w) n1 c% G) GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 k- q" {/ e2 X1 @( H; KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : a; P/ e/ B* Y+ A4 J1 w2 d1 ]) L% ^
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, 2 m. g" ~6 h c6 s$ x1 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' A* W/ s2 I1 {5 P$ I% m* ]' O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 Z4 P8 M2 y& w* L5 q* I* f
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 y1 B; G, B6 p9 B$ }+ y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; _9 O7 q/ P- t- w& e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 X8 S2 i1 D: P/ u. r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 Q5 B; f( `' z* e+ @" M' h3 X! r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ ^/ X+ E% N( H" S
' |9 M; H. _1 _4 S* ]; P* VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 @; L; H% x* H" _0 Y8 H' p1 q# tHow you suffered for you sanity,! v( d( l$ Z- G8 b. T, @1 J+ u
How you tried to set them free, # }( [) d( n. D) D( T# I- o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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