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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 b$ p3 F, {9 t+ f h3 K' v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; }% Y" |! D* O4 |4 U. f( CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 a- i% S V) _) k3 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " t" a1 {. D" m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ y4 r. X; T/ u5 N: w: o) @How you suffered for you sanity,
, K4 U/ o3 `$ F% j$ \How you tried to set them free, % r" F) c0 u! M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + \5 A7 y3 S! d8 P2 Q- B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - V4 ~, z2 g F! l: w, D6 }' Z) A6 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 S' M1 U1 q i* }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " h# T1 U4 H+ i
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,
0 d0 S0 O: d' S$ W8 n& w3 G5 H! uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- ^6 D/ S" z( n3 B7 h9 p) RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 u3 v- h* u9 e) t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 b! p. b/ M4 I j# N! |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , t b! J; P: p! a+ g, s5 x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; I. D1 Q% }* _/ y1 l6 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 |6 r! }, n1 E9 s3 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ |# Z5 C8 d6 ]; f9 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 z2 K" x1 N% |* ~6 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 F5 k0 |, [" S/ t3 j. LHow you suffered for you sanity,. ^. d/ Q" x! ~' d) V5 L& t
How you tried to set them free, 3 Z- t4 m5 p' V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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