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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : a& N5 K7 ^1 U% t. o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! m8 x9 [8 s, M" B T7 j4 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# O) T! h, Z( ?3 g# C; d7 b I5 q# qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- ?. H2 c9 o8 e; k! jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 ?1 g+ I T% H( |) i$ A
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 G* U) e% d# \& a* V a0 |/ L
How you tried to set them free,
( `3 x0 N" z/ R3 O2 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' T7 g& o. V+ U7 V7 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + E" ]( y/ h3 a# S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' P. V" V3 F$ w! u/ U4 Q% D Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 A7 n0 E& n* T; ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ _/ K% H; n3 v
; K4 T- S( n% _0 oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , C/ N6 Q5 i9 c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! e5 |5 W2 U. kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' x& v$ @9 a$ W+ [% q( YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; C# J% K" Z' N' q- aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& P% ]6 U( P7 `' f. }0 b! q- HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 N7 r3 d% e* a" `# [ k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! [/ }/ @& @6 O9 L! @) l9 K. nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , w8 Q3 s6 N* P1 y4 ]( p! g4 u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : u9 C& F# g- x2 i6 m0 i$ l& E4 A0 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
, q% o5 Y& `) {# JHow you tried to set them free, 9 ^, s8 Q" R1 D0 C7 g0 G/ N0 @ @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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