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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: d7 v! h; p& b& H4 D1 h, o# Q/ |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 f5 @' `& @8 Q& p! D m. j/ _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ n, q8 r6 U- F0 S4 C) ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 s- c5 T b# G. a0 n Y H9 x _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. C* M% p4 u; u: i0 _How you suffered for you sanity,
2 y2 V. k( h3 ^" k) k; }' `How you tried to set them free,
' `+ e) L" g5 N# VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 j# j& V) o% x0 U5 P# T. O! b% ^8 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. x2 Z3 T7 [/ TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 G) b: [1 T. ?) t# NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 R; i1 f) X3 t( h4 B
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,
" p/ x6 |8 D5 S( TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 D7 X/ L- D3 Y: D6 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 ?7 x+ M f+ Y2 A$ }; G
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 z5 E4 w' F3 V$ t! W% }/ _. P( m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # J4 i z4 t, i/ ~' H! H P# q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ j x; g2 P, H' {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . g& z @, ~& Y: a: u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ n: {6 h+ q/ d! @) ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * y6 \0 P; Z2 s* {, _) g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 i" u0 C( v" j% E, o5 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
" o8 ]# j4 s6 F& eHow you tried to set them free, : P1 d( {* K" W" n9 q" o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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