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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 L& Z8 p% M$ F3 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 j1 E6 a) @9 |( [$ `. m zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 _9 U* z/ k' \# F3 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( {* c" H# S3 h$ }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" h# g9 |1 u, V. J; ?How you suffered for you sanity,
4 u2 V9 j v$ ZHow you tried to set them free,
! P9 T# H5 a7 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 V: m5 g$ y8 m3 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . i+ S( E- k2 p6 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . u' G' r! L5 ^ t C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; A0 F" c$ J. p: `5 I& aWeathered 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, 9 v g+ j3 X, c/ Z! B% F _ d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 [& Q$ D3 c) H O; E$ S+ k Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 I4 O# |* H& P1 w8 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, : c6 I! k0 v, C6 G3 ~+ G' T( n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' J4 @1 w v& `$ {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + {$ |7 b- f S; F$ |' Y1 m8 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 A7 S1 m* b. X% AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : ?$ e0 J. r1 E+ m* q( X* @
' A7 \. y. V* k" |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' v b/ h: K! K6 m! \
How you suffered for you sanity,
( {* u1 N D+ _7 k' s. OHow you tried to set them free, % `# \) S" v$ D) H& s: c8 x2 Z4 l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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