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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ X" T# P7 O+ v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 Z$ D# m! X9 _2 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ X6 K) L( V8 Q( u) \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. B: c3 s) `$ w- D9 \/ K, g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) W- m" l: }& j/ Q! I7 X O
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ Y3 j' m; g2 H" K; M! u7 }How you tried to set them free, 4 v8 \ D% ^- J% i1 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; f6 D( }2 c! C4 L/ \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : X0 ^& S% N& r! ~; L/ j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ o3 N/ I; a+ \+ s7 s# ~% M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 T5 O; z# e7 @. k1 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * r) L2 p, ^3 s; x3 p7 u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, Y* p( s- T+ l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 Y5 v$ ^) t$ o6 J, AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & {$ q# z( M4 E" Q7 h- i
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ U7 d) E, `$ U) ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 q7 b8 |$ I' a! f! X" h- U7 _! {
, P# f3 c+ c: u# f! v8 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. A) r5 o% z" | L/ O1 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , `( [0 n' b! R5 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ d0 s8 j, a; f D; u3 n3 P# @6 G) fThe 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,
+ A: c4 g$ ?2 F' BHow you suffered for you sanity,
" Y! \0 b0 O# q: _( B! kHow you tried to set them free, + P3 o) ^! N9 m5 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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