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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( y6 s' _/ ?: n/ [) S- q1 K# g& LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ r7 J, d: r3 j: b# SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 |4 X6 g2 G+ N9 w n; p% `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 ~/ V4 }1 a5 d- l! d# d1 C% S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 w; S" P; i; v- s0 E; \6 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
0 N8 K, t6 ]: Y$ \, MHow you tried to set them free, ) Q: y2 [& t! A: C1 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ]+ o& V$ E3 g( ]; U7 f9 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, Q ^% a' w) {$ R; z( P- A' [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ]% ~ ?/ D. |, c5 ^- Y' BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ m: M6 ~1 T4 V# t) cWeathered 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, $ n5 W9 J p4 c& H$ P. ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; O0 c. p& U6 b" G h$ g; A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( Y" l ~+ ]0 [1 [But I could have told you, Vincent, $ |" C% ~9 E7 e4 t- w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( `5 h7 t" k( s2 ^) P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( f% r% k' @) Z2 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* z6 l. e3 x2 {/ t3 D( |$ oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, X: y6 J* F1 e1 B# N8 d& UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' N; `- _ ^; n8 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
! ?" ]8 d) i3 @, b2 e8 k# W# {% zHow you tried to set them free,
& s/ l( j8 S, ?7 i1 G7 |They would not listen they're not listening still,
: B3 |! z& i2 o! J8 d# t, ]Perhaps they never will. |
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