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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 [) ]1 t9 O/ q8 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + d0 B7 r) [( w' \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 z5 v; o( l: G5 |: O+ |6 C; YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; g7 u/ I$ I8 o( b& z; q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& B+ `1 i, C2 ?, z( M, sHow you suffered for you sanity, % H4 o9 V h% Y0 J: Q+ [
How you tried to set them free,
# Y3 u* [- r+ J- }- D" `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
t! J4 z" f9 b3 H' V* v' pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& T$ ~7 e" w' B2 j$ CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 s! S+ o8 \; A" D t4 H/ r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ q" k1 m& F* ~0 N4 Z7 L+ ~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,
& Q2 e+ q2 m4 i! \- v+ CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : E2 ^5 x( M0 P( @3 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 T% Y! i' g% t% M) Q. R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ r" X6 V9 [0 w7 P1 \2 q9 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % m- O% Q. |8 f- j' d7 X9 v
$ y/ Z Z7 B: U2 l+ gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . H S" J1 a& d( z' e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 ~. f, P. }6 J9 p. i$ q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 q8 t1 G2 _9 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% } n4 s1 ^/ fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 P( G4 `+ ^: LHow you suffered for you sanity,, n% A0 Q" u0 {) V/ F
How you tried to set them free, `8 r/ p( |8 V7 G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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