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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 x" \% E* \& a- d, u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 J1 g K; u( ^) X. a' D5 E9 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ s) B) i, w6 w& XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 d9 g3 a: `! F) @& d: b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ~2 P p3 k$ E9 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
. A9 U" S$ X* O% t/ y6 p; rHow you tried to set them free,
+ t( x: k2 d3 p3 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) V/ {& A' I! pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' W9 ~0 W# Z/ X6 b, C! ~ I, f# nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 I5 {( I3 B0 R. v0 \6 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " X& U+ e3 N9 y$ e6 _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, l. y; k" ?: N9 E( lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 U( o- E J7 Z5 n. [$ W/ DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 {8 ^% \' A& k/ k, u0 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( {- x, A. C j2 r7 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; Z: O/ k8 E. e2 g$ q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 }9 } a. ?- z/ `; ~ xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. S& t& Y* l' l+ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' I; {+ W) j' B/ G3 @/ G) \* U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% C+ S# b2 Y; @/ c* _! jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ p" ?% E) q7 _/ |7 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 B. r- S. N/ t5 L: G
How you suffered for you sanity,
* K0 ]# v1 g& I$ B; mHow you tried to set them free, 8 s( p8 ?7 M( y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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