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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 g3 M2 b( J7 L! Y7 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! o5 L6 `% K# d0 F) D0 ?$ M4 n6 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 V8 [" }3 @, u7 i3 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 G) a: s4 D; g0 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 v' ?4 T5 E) G+ F" M- d
How you suffered for you sanity,
! `! Z# y( y( S! ^8 QHow you tried to set them free,
9 i" b- z( F/ ?5 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 M0 S8 O4 @. Q) M3 r: i8 g/ E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ f! ` B$ u: N5 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : b! P4 Q# T3 s. e: ~+ w* q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. E- {0 d- L' vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 o1 m. O) J* E& P# `! b# t2 r* J1 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, z! }& G. ?0 \# E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* ^( b4 u8 Q$ Z- M2 q @You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! A! E: P, Q- Z7 q' \; d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" M. [; l( s2 ~ d, `' K7 E+ rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 F6 i; W7 R( S! o
1 F& B+ S, U( @+ r8 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ m1 a! @. K6 f3 |4 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ]* b- X) L& e! x) R" yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) F4 l2 @. Q) u, o; v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ ~* _% r6 ?3 F, f9 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,: f( w/ U' D% f- A9 y6 p! _8 L; H! G3 b
How you tried to set them free,
* b+ x* M; @8 Z1 ]1 i2 _* tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 \% G& D# O* s6 c6 W P, W. R
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