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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # N4 @" b# {1 y7 H1 x- S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( A) V: y) @6 R* E7 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- J- z6 t) S6 V5 ?& [2 q h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " o& \+ d$ P X. L9 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; b2 d! ^* B+ t. g# S7 B& `How you suffered for you sanity,
% y" ?4 y- I i: L# R" s$ \How you tried to set them free,
7 C& ], R! k# j# ^- _% ?5 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 {; ^; X$ D1 n, P( _0 v* r' D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 v* Y9 H2 t$ T: n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 I7 O( m" N5 f1 P( @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( [9 I/ X6 z% A! \! s+ I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" w% ^: ~$ S9 y. s2 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, i- t: l9 n0 c7 A6 Y4 l/ X+ W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 H0 e9 o. ^/ o- w: p5 F* a7 rBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 J" K2 Q8 K; q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & ~3 J% D# b- _
+ c; ?7 Y& `0 j2 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 k0 v$ @( ? `3 L: MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , Y( D0 r! J7 _1 x8 X' L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* @; F/ z( F8 t3 R1 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 s. ?% d1 u' L" K) ^5 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ^* j" s7 p+ c. sHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ K. q' P& p' w0 DHow you tried to set them free, # R( A8 S) S& i8 I# l" G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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