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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
t4 n: f" T3 T: D6 P! p6 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 X6 t% J) k4 _7 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ s. Q2 ^3 h( {% T! {/ z: g1 {% M& k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 u% B2 h2 m6 `* TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! E# k! S' O* o3 I F/ `$ wHow you suffered for you sanity,
: d/ k0 t1 l8 u, p. XHow you tried to set them free,
( O. g1 f1 g- MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ g- ]2 n) P( ~% t- G. p- t# xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& |/ [2 m' y" i: OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 n8 \7 c3 a5 J9 {% c: z" RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 X' v% X D7 r* T. vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - D/ x3 l# T& x: C! X, z, f) r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
w7 D0 Y# |* @% R, QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 _1 ^5 R5 n5 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, j, c4 |5 L) `' x _3 K5 V, C! D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ f+ B G' r8 g7 }$ pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - W9 q4 I W6 T7 n# B6 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / h. i/ d& J. ?) m2 G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ]+ i* E4 c% G$ z# N" rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , o# | _# C- X$ P) H% k
How you suffered for you sanity,
! H& [ X* Q# |; g4 l9 ZHow you tried to set them free,
8 Z5 {$ s& {" u jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 ~/ j8 q0 B i a7 {Perhaps they never will. |
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