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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. D: P9 i4 c, |" N7 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & q1 H2 y: |4 |+ n) I0 i& `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, L2 i2 x+ W- q# J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 h& W- ?/ Z5 `* l: M2 o5 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, M* _ f( T% ^4 l4 R: x3 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
% s$ k' p$ W6 @0 j# WHow you tried to set them free,
# p$ F" l+ {/ U+ B" l/ R' x. PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. u% i: L$ \7 R* E+ ]+ PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% `. h8 C# F2 m' HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: N3 p% D+ m) w& }/ l- W _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - f9 p8 }! d# U6 \' }& v- r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 U; h) h9 O3 e; Q( k. ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 _" `5 `7 g5 Y) a/ ~- H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 M9 V: P$ p6 M4 {3 ~8 G( sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 N, {/ g4 z2 X! OBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) R- t8 m* L4 @6 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 X$ U' S0 a+ h A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / s& X$ @! q" ~+ V! B( R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! X2 n1 m" \4 Y& D! x( Q9 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 X' i8 Z0 w/ ?/ b6 I+ A7 M& AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; B, _3 r0 ^$ A& a
9 D, T' n. K, ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! N5 N+ Q0 X- n- h7 ^% t2 M% X0 `How you suffered for you sanity,, `+ s$ ]6 P3 U* W: A, H- P
How you tried to set them free, : g6 ^* U3 P8 h) F4 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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