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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; j( {1 ?/ J6 \6 x3 \( ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& n/ H) b4 x# vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, Z7 I2 z! X1 F: X% u: W4 ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 q% \6 ?. k6 F% C* {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ R. m* m; G8 {0 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
E- C+ h0 Y7 ^0 pHow you tried to set them free,
" N8 r% X7 \$ f4 L/ C9 ]' YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 C) M* m* F$ g: |1 w2 e) P, pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* N, v4 X/ C, {/ {6 {9 dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + R9 M4 X9 i9 V- `( y" Y: d) H7 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 F3 L8 C% z5 r- G# m+ ^1 c* o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! d7 E* w" }: _$ uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ _* M4 Q, l" n7 x% N0 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - B/ E# T5 d/ f0 W/ U8 t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , y0 w' ^% }+ r3 I, `# h
But I could have told you, Vincent, " O! F: z/ v, |6 g$ f) B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 i) q4 v$ L3 {7 R( ^0 C" b$ J1 H# `# G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 I9 e l' k0 e: D- }, L% H* uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " ]. o5 V7 B$ `) d) k* D; S; }, U' i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; m5 [% U) i* T8 Q0 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * M: _ O, [: D P( O) J
1 J; K9 ^ W+ VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ n' Q3 |5 C5 j
How you suffered for you sanity,6 K2 y: r( |9 d2 k
How you tried to set them free, ' V. A& j1 R9 ~; w4 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, p; Y! a/ h" D
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