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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; F, `) |& ^/ p! Z( D5 Q+ q& \& A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. K1 k: U/ B. n1 b6 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 N: S( L4 C. H/ p& K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. t+ a7 M' a& ~. k C ^& ~# k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ Q1 c$ _" g; ]: w) |9 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
: H/ n+ p0 G1 s# ~ x( h0 V8 S4 bHow you tried to set them free, ! p4 x* p+ M6 ?' @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, B+ a4 y$ Z7 p. G) L WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . h+ x1 v- r3 T4 c' N& z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 M% Y1 y. H! U( \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 t& [7 z- a+ q$ w; ^
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,
( `% h8 W! b! g8 e1 C" EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * {' q6 B6 A& {1 x' l6 @) p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . n+ ?# U' ~8 |2 A! F; I! @, S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ o, D& A& s+ y; \( W$ ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; A* Z) x6 ?! i1 Z1 k) \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 c7 [. o" r5 [& GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. D8 w+ m7 f% G8 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 D5 x% t! @3 Y' v$ } }( i9 I* u1 Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) F6 p% _0 f" _) V% T; K
How you suffered for you sanity,: D. R) f& ?. h8 l2 g
How you tried to set them free,
) T5 t! T) @& ^( Z" M% D7 I5 EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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