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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 F: W7 v6 L# D$ H. j# t2 A: G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 @& M6 G3 t3 D( {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, Z2 E6 U, K% S! _% t$ `, f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" E3 Y2 @0 B ?' w1 R8 J/ LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 C2 W) j5 S2 n3 W# i0 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
% g j& U- w2 [6 l; pHow you tried to set them free, / f* d7 t, i2 j, ^8 C* A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 i0 I. r# {" Z0 ]5 u8 sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 i' B W) ]! {+ jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ?$ t1 y3 R0 l. x1 d) @& oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 y, b7 C9 i% V. Y$ @5 |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,
8 S7 n; M0 |; J, S+ A; TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + G3 L/ R2 M: B( c4 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 \" ^4 x7 W6 o) u8 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 |" N/ {5 Y. w$ bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; v8 c( w/ K. w: s& ~5 Z' I+ f. W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) `; W! Y0 o, t$ C* L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / p% K$ R# I1 O \. N4 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* c/ `( u( l5 Y5 F$ z: UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% v/ L) Z/ A: ]/ H" Z0 g% p- YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 U) k9 l+ A% A. q9 T% u; X
How you suffered for you sanity,: f. g% E5 a8 O0 ^: u" t- w( l$ Z' [
How you tried to set them free,
2 Q; z' W% w* x7 XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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