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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& k2 l9 H& p8 N5 W$ ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, W; Y: s, F9 w3 t8 q% ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 f8 u/ n4 x C) n, j3 p" T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& `3 z5 I2 f8 B5 l/ l' |& @; T" iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
Z$ `- E7 E7 d- A% QHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 h6 e( i* r( i1 n% K3 H# wHow you tried to set them free,
+ h/ e8 v# o1 n2 [9 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 g' |: n5 p! B, J JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 y% ~8 v: Q3 q, o/ B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( Y7 u$ V! ~7 Y+ H2 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ u, |' G' @( S7 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 i0 j& V2 s- i! n- L6 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : E* [! z. @0 t. g% e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ U# G. N. M# d2 {; U" pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( ~" w/ R4 d- U* n) Z+ W& Q/ Y1 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
u" W$ f1 D2 g& n4 E8 \' ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ~; }2 D/ ~; t9 X
& M4 D* i& u7 F' P0 c+ E: qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 C0 _0 V" m, X% UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ]' T# Q9 ~1 O5 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # i( S% Z( z' v) i+ E3 ^# ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + D* V/ d5 V8 d3 T4 H; c2 X: G6 ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - r6 Z8 p6 b* h7 Y2 j9 r {
How you suffered for you sanity,8 Z* M& q: A9 t- \' K' L x+ V
How you tried to set them free,
% N L) P* r+ @9 }# i- EThey would not listen they're not listening still, # f) D& b9 @$ M
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