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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " P9 Q' t( f u7 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 F7 {$ {6 a T# R9 r, p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; [2 M1 G8 b" p& iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 E! ? @, H9 N( B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& O' u' H- z0 f- X7 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
& p0 b% M- e5 s7 cHow you tried to set them free,
3 c v2 P. m$ S' `4 J+ Y+ }" z1 i. wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, w# Z- S' F" {- f$ bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . v1 U/ I. u$ w/ q1 ~: R4 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % R. H3 k/ k2 }4 U+ v0 x5 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % ]1 \6 q. m9 J, D1 M: U% s% i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, G" X7 a) B4 a& I9 j: [3 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 c$ X n1 g3 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : O @% B H: C+ t3 | T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! Q! M _! R) ?- P; _But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 A R% ]* ^0 x' s5 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 j7 P5 e# U+ k7 M3 [% c
1 \# ?7 F+ H& n) J0 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; F' W1 k2 A7 I: P# t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& h. o; u( |9 }+ E; G ? N- VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / J6 s3 J0 k C' d' s8 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) X2 z9 G% s3 M5 Y7 S: r; E
How you suffered for you sanity,6 q% R3 g$ D3 g
How you tried to set them free, # }6 o% x- R j' j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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