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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; R+ `- h1 K2 m/ M' `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
M* A: `, F: p7 V7 n4 f8 @, s; |* |" t1 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- q7 @& P1 A, S- ~' wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 d9 p5 C. b! |3 Y7 a+ y* a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- X" Y) w# x Z* {, k" ]8 ^. fHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ g' m5 G$ A* s* }) SHow you tried to set them free,
1 C. K0 c o3 B% [5 c. JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. s% }( @4 N0 k# f" o. g2 K' u- a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 \- ^- _# L- M$ E) y' R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, R( E4 ?# \7 H/ C3 G% o' A5 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
}- Z) z8 _2 ?( `. `' c4 dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( n- Q8 m$ [/ j4 w; P! N h% _1 U+ XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 k; B/ g5 }2 q% \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 A& L3 L- `" h+ i! r' [# L# VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; p( T) p# t J$ W) v8 o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 a j# ^4 h+ E8 Z# qThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% e1 O4 q4 [, z6 _: SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 r4 i6 h R* K- f0 [$ q! N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / J5 [+ ^, s4 @* D# \# l. l) d" @. Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 i: r8 |3 m7 ]: K' w; V; {/ E% ^
) V, e/ i& u+ r0 S0 a0 _" y/ LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, n; \+ b( `) [/ w9 B! E* T
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 p; h7 B- `- I; V" L7 ?How you tried to set them free, 8 y) S- j) A3 I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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