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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 q/ z7 _" K5 m/ Z! ^8 d! T* a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 U5 b9 Z0 V' ~% }" K/ a- g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) F2 `1 d3 F m, ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 S- U- }8 [7 l9 n9 Z7 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 ]( q6 Z0 L7 X7 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ^8 C7 G# d5 N( r. Y( z* LHow you tried to set them free, * z. ]2 ^' w& I$ f+ V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' W7 l/ J4 `0 o: nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. j5 R, ?: _' K7 m4 W9 L! a0 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. B4 j% z+ R b2 Z' H7 v9 [7 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ l' B7 J' l- m5 Z8 j6 N9 DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % d0 n/ N! b, ]3 {( Q; g6 v% M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! F* f) ]* @) j7 r* \. ?# JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, Y* C. Y( x9 c5 D+ ?3 `/ ]! I* kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 ^) g1 X) ~7 v7 x0 P3 l; O: hBut I could have told you, Vincent, * s# N6 \ E$ i/ b/ W, t& v$ Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - S5 b9 l, T" Z& x
) ~9 R; Z+ R$ g% o6 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
j% M! j' t) oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & Q# N( H# O! ?9 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 ?8 B1 N+ t6 m+ J% Y& N" c9 _- [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 M1 N! R/ n) r& a/ ?0 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( p: z6 D9 p2 C" F+ V" YHow you suffered for you sanity,
) g* E1 |1 C& Q/ pHow you tried to set them free, 5 x/ N, e: T. X; [* ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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