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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 ~) ]' A3 k% N: B% R8 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ R4 k( t9 w& lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ v7 d1 q" V' ^! |- E8 r m wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! B! b# Y& { ]. PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- t8 s- R$ H- H" C: ]- |How you suffered for you sanity, ) |1 Q6 o. ?; x4 c7 _: v5 Q& W
How you tried to set them free,
6 u1 N- `( }2 i* `( `3 i! ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' q2 H6 I1 p& @) G8 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! Z4 P' U1 i. n( i b2 N& iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # I/ v3 |# [, s# i( R) p" y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 w, c7 `: V* L T( ^% C+ K: X
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, ' A0 C6 H, }- P' e/ B# e; X5 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ N7 M: k: T1 j% oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! h9 L; e, c+ a- j7 Z3 B& ]) MBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 j `0 J9 E- C' C) D1 F# n, [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * b d/ H. n" ?
/ v8 Q9 G+ y1 l$ n. A' wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 H+ v' v2 b; L8 i \7 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 W0 O% [3 h0 Y% b6 n* ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 c2 i/ S x" x' Q% `" `" bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! h' S9 U/ ?- P$ i2 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% i( k+ r% e- p C! ^How you suffered for you sanity,
( U. U6 k" t# w8 c/ cHow you tried to set them free, 9 p1 P0 X1 D0 A+ s8 n6 B' b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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