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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 {/ j- H$ Z% _' H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) k) [! t) C% u; {- e6 V& ~3 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 [. Z6 r# s* G/ ]% x; t" A% q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ P4 G }2 J1 }( K9 u0 G wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; Y x# X2 a$ G
How you suffered for you sanity, / o3 F- V- O7 |1 o& G2 M: i
How you tried to set them free, + o) b- z9 C( |) p) s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + W& t! Q- T8 [8 c. B& j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ Y9 E0 t8 c) ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ O) d6 V4 f+ c5 i4 N7 l+ q8 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! Q* g6 A1 l) o4 I; o: n8 y
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,
$ \1 T \/ q9 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 n" _5 D; ]! F+ t/ l* h) qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; c. l- e' O( V& w! [7 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
- b7 c/ ^# y3 X4 s( E z* B% pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * L) |0 Y- c9 \; H- _( ?( z; `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. n' F# Z9 C6 Q5 mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 t' ^9 h! p: b1 U2 C* s( RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% w" K: k7 D: H) }% i5 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 K: Y+ {- W Y" r2 q% o1 {, [* K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 Y4 f. C5 u3 g' G0 C: I! u2 A) y' |How you suffered for you sanity,
; o( Y k& ], V7 l! [' rHow you tried to set them free, & d% t; q' X; v& P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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