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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 T. F! e' X- V- R7 ]* y- WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 H# J2 b7 C+ y0 F- P& TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ v3 k# c( F' D3 p, u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * x9 g7 a" N) }% A% a/ Z; {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, B1 }9 w) H+ I8 r7 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 O2 N4 _( t( D+ W* W1 zHow you tried to set them free, : e6 C& D5 i7 h! x3 @- v0 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 }% U5 u* H8 f0 ?0 S2 K$ N0 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / ?' V* S! q/ S' ~( \9 E2 j; \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( {* X* p- M! w" h/ `8 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, b" n+ ]3 q; v4 x! C/ o1 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 k1 }1 z. M- M3 a- t- z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- h* C& Q, p# ]& y( @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 s$ Q( q( N. I1 \. B, G D4 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 _1 L2 S8 l) S) x" Z8 i- ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, y8 q8 n& P3 p7 u+ OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : F( r; i$ t0 {" I# t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % M0 ]0 a' w% j$ Z; L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! O0 \1 H+ F. y7 N/ \0 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 C* f) Y+ e0 V" f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - M7 [) m& t' A1 C4 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ j4 U4 {& P: ^ ZHow you tried to set them free, ! p9 f+ f8 Q j4 X" t( e" h- m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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