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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( K2 v* j& P& U1 X; a& G3 M8 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ M7 B; i" u0 U5 X3 U0 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 U# A- K: C; Y1 J1 p! V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; B: `, U1 y) K; U/ kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 }& C- t/ B7 \) @' J7 j0 S; }/ RHow you suffered for you sanity,
V& s) B, @8 ~How you tried to set them free, # c9 G1 N4 u/ U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 g) D) B" ^* j2 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( [- j% a; @; v/ M s' i6 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 w3 j4 B2 o" j+ q8 F" ~! p( y7 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 J7 z% @. M) E! v6 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( m5 S! N$ D! S: AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / H. P! I; c0 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% b: B8 f8 {: b; PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 T& J) |/ T5 o$ W# J6 T8 P; _# a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 m6 N0 d* z5 M" @ T4 SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 `+ u, F/ W. }5 m2 I" U" }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . g4 X9 y: w0 ^8 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: E, \8 u) h2 E: FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- t( p4 e6 ^' Z8 Z9 ^* R% IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + a O9 J1 Y. c1 R4 x. M! @
# e1 D8 l% g5 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' p( z: Y6 ]: z6 o
How you suffered for you sanity, M3 D% n0 ?8 @ j( V+ I) H2 }! d
How you tried to set them free,
* e$ O6 m2 r. L6 j! g2 N: R5 R0 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
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