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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % |# ^8 z/ q8 M6 D6 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 X9 I8 ~& n/ L" N% d) h- KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- T' P' w' R6 [7 ~; a* }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 Z' p: T% @' E$ U! HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. u+ e" a- l- l" x8 k
How you suffered for you sanity, : j) ^. ]# U# X$ v
How you tried to set them free,
7 W! j, P' b4 w3 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 \, _, h7 B! s0 i. BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * v% t. b& }& I% n, [5 q; p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" n4 P9 D# T ~4 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" b' L; z* c; C3 {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,
9 D3 \' p0 }+ `4 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 F& c* P. \. b) {! J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ^! }4 A3 Y% \- {6 ABut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 @, Y! H( c0 N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . Q1 ^/ q: _1 O1 l: J K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * B6 P2 N, v6 s* L7 r3 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + D3 U3 c: c; t( R- ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. m8 h% g% i, U8 O5 [. M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 Q) D P5 c: L% J0 h$ Z! x
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 d6 [; z( u$ e; Q' q2 V+ f" fHow you tried to set them free,
" c7 w) @+ `$ RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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