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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 P) F3 ^* C# P: |9 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! N& s* [. [* [8 M# q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 T5 N, @1 j0 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - }9 c1 q0 I$ w5 t, @6 }* M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# X8 J6 s8 Q: a7 u1 Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 `2 ?: ?7 c( l8 G3 ]6 Q9 o2 ^( x# iHow you tried to set them free, . t: z5 G0 K0 N3 E; L5 ?7 f) ]: C: L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- T6 N7 k' p, ]6 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( y1 C( Q, r- sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ t; R; X; k* f# a4 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 e7 d7 f0 g+ Q: A% V+ e, o
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,
/ j. `; w8 D3 |4 I* b) NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . A) b4 ~2 Z& z# C# j) v- n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' p7 M9 w6 f1 N5 E0 ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 h1 r' A9 P( t. e3 c5 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' P# H w1 N E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% k+ F$ O5 [% B9 a! z. ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . B, [2 m4 ]; e( K- ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 _/ x# ~' h2 M6 C0 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 o; f; z$ P! T7 ^7 M# x, G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 a/ S$ _! {( B- z5 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ P% f; v; X2 r ~" ~0 a0 J$ iHow you tried to set them free, 0 C" @( y+ @) C1 R( v, H% r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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