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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, h# _0 C0 A* w- n& a7 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - E0 h& J6 e2 v# y' h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! a, [% Q, E8 Q4 Q$ oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, z. T8 y/ J: L: V) y; T6 F2 dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 I& `/ b) n" z3 A4 a8 r- kHow you suffered for you sanity,
! `% p7 u/ w2 I+ j: U+ W$ ], sHow you tried to set them free,
! D& J t4 T3 @9 d" w rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 g4 a0 ?2 [4 H8 x% K. r: l& }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" F8 l9 ?4 s9 R9 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , q' i0 u( N# K$ m; O8 m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & h) f* |* j7 \8 A1 n) N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! j6 q) `; w$ XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - v: s1 v6 `& Y: T4 G/ x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 \- g$ G2 D* k* E5 u/ u/ sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' i. C4 {" }+ CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 |5 m* j8 B4 ^+ R3 X: w0 S; _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + s5 |# R! L6 q o% q. S$ @% C. C: M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& ~" U% @- Q2 J1 D7 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 G o: V/ P7 t u3 ~, zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' b3 t5 v- p8 P2 v7 F
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 W: ?, l" A! J6 t$ hHow you tried to set them free, ]9 i, X$ @0 {, a* G# ^/ z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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