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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# q- b/ ?% M* Q: cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 E- u: L! Y, W$ l4 b, _- O- v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 j% x9 V/ y2 |4 Q1 H3 a4 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 O8 J/ N3 U d- r% n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 @9 [" L; I+ `+ _8 F9 U9 [How you suffered for you sanity, ; b6 @4 ^$ T L5 m, L j" B' _
How you tried to set them free,
( S+ k1 s2 Z% G8 {; z. GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- N" C/ m6 D0 G/ x7 C; @, W4 _9 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 I# d: G! O% }1 Y' U6 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 A. w! [/ W6 _8 `: P GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 _5 n K% k, i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 [" @1 \5 P$ s9 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 j: P6 W& `5 {; M2 d2 j+ |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 h! ?" x- }9 U% {, SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 O" _% {# B3 Z$ wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; }5 e# Y! F9 x" QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " [5 `( L9 k, D. [1 i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 {6 {1 c( s5 N/ w- F; ]+ RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) q, k) i c& b3 U' m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 K- L4 M4 l& G& h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 k* d1 x2 n% Z& \% u* f$ I+ s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 Z& Y7 ~0 K+ B/ \$ n4 O v4 hHow you suffered for you sanity,, o. o0 \7 T: y9 @, F( z
How you tried to set them free, / N$ d8 H0 f; _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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