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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, o: n5 Q j5 Q" D1 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: U( R# X& o. t* {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 |# _2 c5 y8 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( |2 z T4 T: C# U# i& R- {- f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 D2 O# b7 V, \1 E0 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ H' K# o8 V$ K$ K5 q OHow you tried to set them free,
# v5 d; i! U: B! xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . }% l! K+ \1 M2 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 m6 N7 \+ v. m `$ c4 J9 o% l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 L0 ~; ~% v K+ D' q& rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 A+ y3 }6 u1 I. p5 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' Z. U1 [2 ?& T/ @
, Z o/ }% \% J' bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * h6 w2 u9 S& w4 D/ x. w7 {; R; Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 [3 l% C) j8 q# f" xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % r+ n! J' D2 L, m E4 E6 ?% `" v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; n- l* P& O: u% `* pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ o" R' W! r# W- D, DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ R- L/ t' u. }0 E4 q( K fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 A3 P1 J( M8 [& ~2 b) K& \& }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 @4 C( N# M& E, e; X# y( sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ ~. M) F. N5 A, w$ @How you suffered for you sanity,) @ J, ]& t5 [9 N% F6 v+ F
How you tried to set them free,
. {6 J5 D( Y& s- g# ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
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