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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# S' @/ M! Y9 H" o5 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 R* q; R1 d+ U7 \ Q9 Y+ u% p/ XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) f, u, X# y0 p9 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
P7 g2 a& J0 v% [* |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% G! u* U2 t9 U- k6 H# }& T
How you suffered for you sanity, , q( p+ B0 `" j) B
How you tried to set them free,
$ V' w: e* |0 i7 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 e* z' C9 V. A9 H& n# q% ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 g' e1 d. I! p( ~. p" y2 R: k8 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 c% T& a5 c) s& b8 ], L- f( ~, lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " Y9 I# u t; v4 F$ c8 I X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 O ]. u* P; ?% Y2 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! `9 F3 g. W6 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, @) o2 I& }2 U3 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' x" w' L% k y7 e) gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 o! w0 J: x3 w: KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . A6 c5 i1 P9 O. e% P
! ^# a$ ?' ~8 N X9 \; T- [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( Z* o/ `5 E* K ~) s" UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. [( \$ ~9 B3 t5 R$ n3 G' @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 _8 E7 U: r5 v) |; aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 o: ?8 U* s4 c" q1 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 b+ |' M2 N, C3 a7 C9 a PHow you suffered for you sanity,8 X/ [7 H, D- R% r) H
How you tried to set them free, 6 J V/ W, s1 Q' n" D9 B0 E. T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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