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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ e9 h. a. F& M* h5 }5 z1 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + O6 g; y2 Y# B( j: B# H9 _4 d' v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 w1 ]4 v4 q: [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ]% M1 C$ _7 K7 Z* R, G/ _+ s% T: LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 _6 M" E: {9 ?5 D! C6 O; |How you suffered for you sanity,
* d1 T! V* S+ G# mHow you tried to set them free,
5 _- Y2 h' G# y, o. a, lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- t# C# U q7 z0 b% H$ aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 O1 a" B4 @: @9 }* z% `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, f: t6 n. |: W- g; b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, G# v, U3 x# R) l. j: }4 EWeathered 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,
* ~; @/ J) n6 z8 t N5 |) SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , D5 `% G6 ^* y( C% V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + _ h' G- Y% U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 u' X- W+ t/ T! \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 P) }$ A3 q# ^5 {8 X$ C
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 [! q$ d" c2 Z. j: J: t8 p0 }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 H" I, V0 ^' N* W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / b* d7 _ B$ h: Z& ?7 h) I
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, , Z: _2 A- H U* m" y8 t5 ~1 N0 I7 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,# c8 Q0 L, ]+ p+ a* g5 S, q: c
How you tried to set them free, 6 M) l Q r0 ~4 A! K6 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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