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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 p, h3 g( j7 u' [! iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 q: ^& E# ]& \2 u% G% r+ F: w0 U% D; `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% @7 S1 D7 T1 H' G; c, ?% aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) z& b- j t: F5 T- D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% n9 v: t- M& _
How you suffered for you sanity, - i, Z! z s0 e% y" g6 @5 D
How you tried to set them free, , |+ m% R" ]- p7 ^+ R- m/ v; P+ X+ S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 Q4 ]: _( b$ y. P2 i# LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( i* |; s$ ?4 l4 Z$ B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 t% Z) r1 [1 V% E" uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 ]# X4 s* e. X4 o4 l0 s5 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! b+ `3 ^/ H, u6 r* yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 Y' D* O' e: K( S. d4 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . _* C/ Y( h- e/ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ N$ I, l. O! ? }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% ^5 V. B$ j7 B* ~- BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 u7 A; o! c; p1 d+ u: |8 h
* V3 U8 S- g) rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, Q3 J; l8 |. a4 ^2 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # ?% M( I8 S+ {) `6 e* i7 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ @1 K; j8 m0 R* o$ v) R6 x# y: dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + p) n& R( G8 n7 S) ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + A7 m) x* h7 T* l4 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 \/ D4 M! {$ P0 u& |How you tried to set them free, ( L6 q+ R7 z; Y3 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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