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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" h/ V6 l ?9 u1 Y# n; LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 X/ `% I1 x6 J, L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* @; v0 I( Z7 l- v0 o: {/ w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 Z3 Y* F) m2 u8 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 L# R1 j2 C9 {4 l' Z
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 }3 O% Q0 @$ Y6 T' |6 Q- j
How you tried to set them free,
+ q5 Y3 u/ j1 r! }- V# K0 F IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & r& _+ w7 {) J' c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 r& g$ R C: ]$ y9 V; `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 }- b0 ^. v% L" g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ p2 ]4 H( V1 [( ~# M3 ]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, 6 L: Y4 A* r' T! R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 @6 A7 r8 F1 {3 C3 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( _. ?( x$ ? J5 v2 tBut I could have told you, Vincent, % T* K7 J4 ]& e8 `$ p6 X& z6 k: e: J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 y! Z6 n; V: i) ]* R5 Y( V% `4 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
C2 l8 a& ]3 ~1 I" vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + \* _7 a6 M0 D' _; D9 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " I7 B$ h4 U; ]/ D4 V& c- {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; T+ d+ c G# m5 ~& Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 [+ a- g4 q m5 s0 I7 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
% l+ o' Q Y8 |+ AHow you tried to set them free, 1 o0 o/ `$ t# n7 L0 P" `6 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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