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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) H( a6 L% B8 E4 c6 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
h! {; ?0 h7 T1 z3 ?% vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 p& o7 y7 D7 O. W& m- v8 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 \7 T$ |' l$ m" C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 G/ C7 `2 `: j5 `" ~" s' P( l uHow you suffered for you sanity, ; u7 b0 u) t8 M, d! N
How you tried to set them free, / B7 g1 ^* {+ d2 ?& i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& m( Z, w* q0 D! a0 ^$ v$ UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' J9 t# L0 Q: t; ?4 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' Y$ a0 U4 j, T4 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- n3 Z: _- c) O% o5 L1 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , J/ y4 \3 a1 W( T5 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 O: u: r* Z7 g3 ^4 m, e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 B. o: C* R8 w5 C4 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . N) R% _) L" L
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 g* s1 }% W8 X6 |+ x- B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. A7 r, }" r! }3 }+ {( k8 }5 l
* y, V1 @1 T. P; b: bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / n' e4 P! R# g* _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% N8 o- w6 _- u: O* ^3 C0 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : R; ]) {) i5 W5 }+ ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- J. n9 _* m+ d, B6 w1 W1 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! h: C' \. U, n8 bHow you suffered for you sanity,' g0 a( L% O( f/ s6 F5 q
How you tried to set them free,
) @2 L4 O! e" H2 {- P, uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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