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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - K# ]$ P4 g4 J' \$ [3 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 [$ k2 b) Q$ `1 Z, i: l7 r) t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 u$ V8 F5 x& I: y- ~, k, HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 m& X7 {6 C8 J/ z5 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- N) u( X0 e& g( x2 hHow you suffered for you sanity, ' g* q* E3 r2 y Q! x1 T
How you tried to set them free, ( q# {5 b! V" b9 a6 o5 l V# ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- S: m9 u% b. i, i2 U- ]( J ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 x, X# b+ z( s" Q( I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) @' \3 q1 k: u+ |. a c) `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) N) U/ |8 n: w6 h" _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ` v }& D6 e2 c; o$ }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; l4 |: I0 g; B/ U2 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 N! w# \; u. r' G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% X& s1 E, [7 \! O3 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 X* i- n* `7 J4 E& @* t# F8 s$ C) b+ TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 g' V: \, D6 G$ u0 O
( J3 u8 a) @" c0 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 o: O: l, { t# X. R2 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % p* ?- U2 f0 r% z* N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: N+ Z3 k- U+ JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 E6 i+ |+ v4 {3 f% b/ OHow you suffered for you sanity,' f1 e- H9 R' C6 d' C" `$ W
How you tried to set them free, ) p' B/ C& X0 @( R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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