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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; k0 z m) h% }1 \2 N8 T+ S" {, T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + L) ^; _" e# U" R0 |3 A# T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ g2 Z2 [( F! R* D# J1 X3 g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 W! l. N9 S' Q E5 R( }9 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 `) Y, t3 u4 Z, b7 t! d$ e% S' E% P: yHow you suffered for you sanity,
- l# s' ?! @* D1 E& P' c/ a. r: zHow you tried to set them free, 4 S1 T5 g) G5 I# v$ [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ d5 ~* m8 n% m) {4 ~( dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, L$ R/ P- p) V! w4 T2 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 z' Q2 a, _4 |) b/ U8 b ~5 f5 A8 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - u! R; C& m7 a0 m
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, ! h8 _+ X o3 n6 Y3 U' M. O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
V$ S5 q2 Y( C0 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ V4 |* T" r' E+ Y& c0 e cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: x0 `* H B! G! a% H, N5 Y3 r" x* zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % o* j9 ?/ U0 L0 i8 k
8 v9 l, Y n& l b; x6 u. sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % p% o! T) t$ ^4 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* N" E3 ?7 ^& e, ~7 l2 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! ^% J8 W1 _4 g3 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- B# ]: D$ I. [- x: x! _2 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 q) y2 `% ^" e- F$ V. {/ [2 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,8 S F$ l9 J3 T( n7 N
How you tried to set them free,
9 z3 ?0 e5 t8 m7 T" tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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