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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 I# q+ u& z; v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 j' x7 F. n' Q5 Z* B; H5 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 ^' u5 `% \' b, yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) D/ N0 E# F* Q7 i. r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 E# U: S1 K# W& K+ U* R8 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
, W5 N' p( U8 G( DHow you tried to set them free,
5 p; E( u, b; P- ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 ^9 t/ n% H$ x: O6 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & ], P7 R) i0 o" D, i' ]! k; @6 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ `; E/ |8 C- ]: ~! AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 S- J" }2 \8 _+ EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. }+ L3 z! L6 U1 Y/ p+ A. J! CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 d$ ~3 Y" ~2 t/ H) z- gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. U' E* u4 X0 a* yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* L2 {; P5 K* O6 b& n# v) ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
" C! @4 o: A" a$ d& CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 l* C4 a6 {% W5 l' |: Z' F( O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, [- @; @0 E& ~5 n' O1 a, ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! A5 G8 S L2 V: A* r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 l6 `4 h/ v. D9 v2 }- U2 Y2 q" ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, q$ e4 r4 u! VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( ?; J. P$ d( K# M8 `How you suffered for you sanity,6 `! j- V/ ~1 c4 a) [& x9 ~
How you tried to set them free, ' y% q/ ? a" Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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