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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( l7 _% B% ^6 l, H/ Q! L3 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 O: {* y4 S7 y8 L3 n, A+ GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) h. x( }" R5 n% V' ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
a( i8 F( Z# G2 F. J$ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! l8 f' l# \& \' {" n+ xHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 G# x* S1 x. L/ j- p& pHow you tried to set them free,
* i! G! H5 ~: N7 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + d' P4 B! W8 e: L% @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; ?+ o# R/ @7 N: E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - J* j( i$ P: g* m0 ]3 u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / L5 X4 P0 B. G& J6 ?: X8 {. p3 a; K Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - Y/ P0 l A% m
7 c. N A$ q0 ]0 g$ lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 B9 |5 ^; P2 \3 O7 o$ }; z3 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& j9 n0 H6 \' s$ U( s/ cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 c) A' p$ e: a* \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* Q4 B! Q/ ^0 Y* B0 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' c* m& l* L; O: E/ O# `) U4 u8 ]
$ T7 S* l- M8 l d* Z: g, RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 D% D: Z- a' q. HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 f' U0 }9 \3 b9 U( V0 i( G1 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 h* U: p: q3 E2 q( AThe 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,
5 S4 {% @2 _ \6 hHow you suffered for you sanity,, w2 a1 z' }/ l: d9 `
How you tried to set them free,
4 ?; N1 }+ o& _+ i( OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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