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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 B( O) Q& h* wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 k; R& L R' I2 @! Y$ l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# R6 m' @! Q! ]5 C2 v, _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 R% A8 U4 w4 T7 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% c/ y( b' c& {
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 l. P8 C; t& R9 d, ^4 mHow you tried to set them free, t# q1 G$ o" j2 T" z+ a! W9 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . n+ g0 B% O3 k* c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " c1 f. _" m5 v/ U" E* `) j. [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 R) {* c& J- [! F( K+ |: u$ E hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ {: R7 z7 \' @( \: V
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,
6 a* Z6 K4 L. F# |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, j: m! O) Z# {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 L, |5 q) m" `8 o0 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ L) c* j* t5 m" c& u3 qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 N$ j& F6 G2 ~' X+ ]8 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; x$ Q( L$ L; `% G M- h# L% FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 ~, ~2 D6 u* ~6 O8 ?: Y' g8 x/ sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ \+ n' b. `6 ?2 |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 x, c* x. S, K! D$ t+ J
How you suffered for you sanity,
; m5 s3 _. T7 X- RHow you tried to set them free,
0 ?( c& ^+ P* Q XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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