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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 g4 t* ^$ ~3 [% [" j: f2 e$ ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' Z2 O( @, D$ c" Q9 M7 y" ?: qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) @9 i; |8 w; @/ D& `* I9 |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 F4 n( N: R, e9 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ T: C% V7 R/ c* E! ?3 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ R4 M2 l! K; F, ZHow you tried to set them free,
: Z7 X$ T: w& T& o7 L y! d+ W8 z0 t1 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % q, S5 d6 r/ ]/ T' w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # e# S" j8 b0 e0 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " X! k8 X9 @- ]% G |# s4 V& V$ f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) g; z. x7 P& {/ |) ^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, * n7 P; ^- K# k$ c* B" j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; m, d0 J! V3 h3 B4 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) X U2 r# a! l: t1 b" O: L2 H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* O8 _2 g& u1 Q9 b) zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - N% J; e+ y0 B; S" D( F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% _8 z5 \; U, [' [. U' z6 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: H' R t+ V) r; R; `% FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% w7 L, N8 A9 H+ `. TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & _- G0 {/ y/ ? O4 N
7 v" O7 d/ I% @- m. a m2 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 v3 h. o7 @6 X! y2 I9 m+ Y+ tHow you suffered for you sanity,9 H7 A' W h4 x' Z( F
How you tried to set them free, 4 A; k* O% m7 `9 B- _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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