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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 f4 K+ a7 d( U' w: l, ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; a* k* [' K7 O2 y! {; X9 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( S9 l; z( Z5 X& q) c7 H; L# T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% }% a) Z7 L6 [: F- Z$ eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' Q# D+ \5 ~1 W" a8 {8 f/ t( \
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 u9 g1 X, J4 v# a* s8 _
How you tried to set them free, & c7 n: q9 P1 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! J5 u) Y% O+ H* dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 B4 ~3 p! l% }% ?2 e( Y6 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 }( }& _1 P0 h, nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) ~% C% P" w0 V$ J: d- u! l
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,
0 `) [# b5 k2 P3 \ ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 u+ F1 ] c CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" z, `" e% t" P/ ]6 k1 @But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 I- ]( j; s- i" W( H! Q' J/ _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, W; ?3 ^* t% i5 i# o4 ]5 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: k8 _, f1 S( {* u3 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; [. E O1 R- Q( W: vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & ^6 a3 k' w% ?6 K
8 h8 ~* u4 ]7 _. t3 ]3 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; T7 Y# ^8 e4 r! c o5 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
; Z3 V y) ]; a+ nHow you tried to set them free, 4 U# |! O- Z1 b+ [. _/ S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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