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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / O) p9 ^2 I' m8 p0 ~6 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " R5 b' }4 r4 j+ y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* F2 ?6 _* j( y3 |& I4 J8 y( h0 S5 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " v) Q3 s# Q( ~) l/ i) v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# V4 ?+ P/ D% B' R
How you suffered for you sanity,
. f* s! G6 O7 e) _; N% iHow you tried to set them free,
" K% u0 E& C( N1 h8 ]- vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ V( C( w A1 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' U7 ^4 X. Y; [' j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 {6 p5 N) Z) M# j$ e' h+ M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 M9 }5 W5 G& kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " Q! F% r7 D( f0 a% C# J- r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( @9 P6 _1 ]7 X+ Q! ^8 U& {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 q, r+ B$ t% G5 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ U7 _5 x) o8 _5 v' H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 k) n9 i9 ?8 d' X2 N+ gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 C$ m" L$ O" a( U- m9 ^/ w7 b) Z- g5 l
! ^: \; _: `3 {/ W& HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 b4 q& f1 R' ~4 g; x7 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & l- F c# m" G* J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% w. ?* F* e* iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 g, z; S2 r1 X+ B& g+ MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ m* k) C; t5 @. S* q2 V1 m$ L
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 s$ V; Y8 K8 Z( b5 _0 K% eHow you tried to set them free,
' P6 Q( Y6 g% Y& hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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