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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 f+ q; p& m7 Y( `( \6 v* s0 q( h, K P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 ?2 H3 ?9 G6 v% ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Y; H- M& a, o, S) R, I) mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % t1 ?! g( W# T& g6 g) b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 Q$ N6 @; m3 l: q; dHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 y: ^) K. S# zHow you tried to set them free,
2 ^- y% S% A# \4 o* eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " }6 p3 k1 H5 q' V6 L* j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 `! ?9 w7 m* M5 d6 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' W0 W$ E- N* J: X3 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 g U, Z, u5 c8 @0 n3 c; ?3 e
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,
* S8 t! i! r" _! xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 N7 {' R! q: T* Y' [1 Z% n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
I. o7 y# a9 P, S/ u9 L) K$ DBut I could have told you, Vincent, % E+ G% b; H4 Q5 H% s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 d% O4 E. w+ ~+ G9 q4 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: W6 Z8 B% t3 x, |7 }9 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: o' N# V$ I2 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ G$ L0 Y/ s$ RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( r3 X( m# x* i* B( W; s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # V% ?/ t# i" ?9 n# m, h t" H
How you suffered for you sanity,2 ]$ D# D7 G5 S" S n
How you tried to set them free, h: D/ k, j1 C6 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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