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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 F% b. V$ Q* g+ B- ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! v" V7 {& K+ j. c8 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ N% n2 Y( \& s0 ?. {. HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 y) F1 F, b6 h8 \4 h5 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 ^% `$ j5 }3 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 i( o& L; S# RHow you tried to set them free,
6 k$ H* E0 }. t6 _+ [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 D- T; \+ O9 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 k r7 V" X: [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% n' ~+ ^' W. E) |( a: mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) c# }* V" t' ]/ g" O) z2 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 s3 v! E* ^# |1 ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 z! W% B" W- Q% Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! P) ^" F, i- M. k- I( y* ?3 Q8 `# Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& \. ]6 f" U9 K8 c* j6 {6 I( KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ F& `! y: D- `) y" }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* d+ h O8 W0 L! B+ o6 g7 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 c2 R2 t# l, D+ s& C0 f1 l+ m: ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ?/ h+ A3 A6 g- cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' ]4 m1 u' M3 @6 | D+ LThe 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, & h8 R7 n! b! S+ p7 I& Z' S7 W
How you suffered for you sanity,0 R3 o" y2 m$ [0 H. h$ |, A
How you tried to set them free, ' _" f- m `; e# x3 |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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