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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 m b6 y' e9 h& F! @# jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 D- L% ]" E; _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- f! V0 H2 T. Z1 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
g- X4 g$ F& ^& q" H5 T7 M% wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ T; Q; B7 U2 y: p: g& z3 ~' [
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 C; M* c! b6 ~" F, X" L6 S z
How you tried to set them free, 3 }7 U2 G _1 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ S4 ? F& X( R5 f2 m f6 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , p2 }7 a8 L3 H/ y- x0 w0 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 O. p7 u! C) N9 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + R+ V: x6 S& J
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,
, D1 K7 t. U* {0 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ]% H$ `, b, G* e! v5 y3 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . e7 u& V0 ]* Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, k/ v( r, z0 {3 o( O; `* OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 g8 }; y- ?, D* `6 t' g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! G# _% q6 r7 x* b2 W1 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( k0 V# M5 F2 X/ l5 [: WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ?* [5 G2 U4 H2 h2 Q) Q% d- g% v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , [% v6 d4 c; P% J3 P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 J2 _; s9 m! |, [) G3 [( q* W- q' ?5 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
; [% z# W0 ]+ ^5 H$ A" u' X. @How you tried to set them free,
- A0 k- f/ u2 n7 E+ |, B1 T: bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 E& |8 P. d9 G* XPerhaps they never will. |
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