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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 F$ w& _1 P6 H9 J6 _$ f! GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
E: h% E; [4 E* MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 G" D9 c4 u7 {" h. o4 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) [# c+ g9 x4 W8 }4 y2 Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, R- A/ }' W0 X, B1 d$ d# k
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 L4 J# A4 ~) `' i# t9 UHow you tried to set them free, 4 t9 E& {, }: r c' T8 m& f% i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 u$ }3 x/ V p2 I! nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: B- K5 p1 [+ i+ oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - h9 r6 S0 f$ T, u9 w( @6 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 |3 k6 z/ h! `9 N5 K) @7 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; W5 [/ E- V( S/ a# G
# B6 G" r( s! F+ I8 J' fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; `7 Y$ T( S: T/ w/ T2 F) d9 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! u3 m) g; A& o/ d8 ^' P/ G, r* C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , m9 H5 O9 n, ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! F3 d: A! t4 p- ^1 k2 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( P+ A/ O5 G* D/ u' S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 H8 z- r1 ?1 i. VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 k" x" I$ W, V ^ F4 F" ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 |; q6 ]3 I* R- e2 ^. e) i% g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 A+ D& `4 l8 i* z @, S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 H8 m" W- V H2 Q8 HHow you suffered for you sanity,8 f& n& v3 B7 k% p
How you tried to set them free, ) c, ]- I2 g: w* o3 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, & }. P$ t* p) j9 b" t
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