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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " c. H0 \+ S) Z. [6 ]" z s- v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 P( x! N: k& A; P0 A) \: MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 Y) T. s6 z( FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 X7 c& a [& g! f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# s R+ k1 ?( p7 f1 B `4 D7 n2 f. h
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 w& ~8 ]8 V$ S8 i) S/ V+ P
How you tried to set them free, 3 X; L9 k. f4 G: T+ p. E' l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) \" z# B6 k( i1 c$ yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! p$ _ t3 q- f8 b- |5 l r) B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 L) R6 D, H6 T( O$ t! h7 U( LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % D( r; t; z0 Q9 e f) U7 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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K& P R: W1 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; |7 {6 y% j/ c5 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! v% G$ K8 i' MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( S, b5 h$ L9 O3 k$ ]: DBut I could have told you, Vincent, " |& A) f3 }3 ]+ A) l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. [0 l7 j9 n* k+ a$ {& x$ OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 B- }$ f$ e" ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 Z( ? A9 U- z$ J: _$ M/ ^% R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : y) x9 i/ l: {) {7 v; m1 Z2 S
, \2 g+ o: T* O7 P$ i0 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ \& L. a/ A7 t) K, mHow you suffered for you sanity,/ y* }$ H* ?* {1 W- l
How you tried to set them free, z% S! e! X8 [- c9 F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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