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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- o/ q7 M0 ^7 C/ ~- ?* pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " G% O1 `/ n* u5 W6 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 s; D, j4 k( |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( d5 w" p; J1 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- M1 X/ k0 |2 c) y/ ^8 _How you suffered for you sanity,
. _2 ~5 ^: r H1 GHow you tried to set them free, ( W6 A: s$ U: n& L4 G$ \) y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, B. T$ Z7 Z0 F& T0 W9 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" O5 ~4 j* {! |# }* {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, [8 I1 d4 }3 o5 N; Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / R1 H# W4 y- w+ Y, p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 `6 A7 _+ T- XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 j5 N2 P0 j( b, d) tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- P8 i! w$ ? b$ q3 }. XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% b' k4 h3 o- G3 p3 RBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 W" h7 N0 j' F4 `! q5 F) L' F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ]( ?0 d. `, x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, t; {) n! ~' U2 F* e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + h9 a" l5 x0 @# {( C& `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % F4 ^8 F1 `2 N+ l2 l$ J8 C+ R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: Y( Y/ n. L. B6 h$ bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! S" P1 y* `' v6 p
How you suffered for you sanity,# a3 J5 ]5 H% z, j- E
How you tried to set them free,
5 o5 J* h, W) c0 V( l N# Y: WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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