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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ z! C+ G/ ^ c* c& _' q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 r: Q& z+ m" J! G7 e" `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ ~$ H4 b1 @9 Q9 S4 X0 ], L' f2 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 k( ?( x2 t/ l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% |# r& @2 }, v1 [: h
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 p. k1 U" U' K' L! s
How you tried to set them free,
8 d1 I; p0 ?8 Y8 U, CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : r. ?' j3 g( ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; O% d2 Z/ T/ F, W5 _* J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 ?- r# u& i k0 M1 x( D u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 ?' W" W5 C! L: d* PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. j4 F1 X) t$ F: v7 S! fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( I7 e1 G6 c" X# G/ I" A' o {' X' H* LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 x" E( h- a5 a- {! e+ dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 f" C: _$ S! D- |+ U EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; B5 b1 X) _0 y& q2 C) {! A; UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 `4 I: C, k; H& l, y5 q$ Y( m7 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' u* b& ~: s0 l7 U* N( l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 O% ]* B+ ~+ w' P x) N+ G7 ~% NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& [+ e+ j# l# C& J. zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! e1 W! @- h( N [How you suffered for you sanity,3 Z; v0 z0 S- ^0 D V
How you tried to set them free, + [1 Q5 A9 O) k# l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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