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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 `7 g/ Z6 s. X4 D# tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: F$ W& h; C1 q0 r- i3 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* v' Z* G4 B/ F- Y& D3 z/ W: qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - y6 e3 [( h' M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* c+ ]: a) l3 t5 D) z0 L& [How you suffered for you sanity, 7 o% o# p0 a7 i$ ?) [+ t
How you tried to set them free,
$ a% n; V! C7 W8 n# [& o. SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 t* a7 z4 D- {$ MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 d) ^3 j# A7 o2 c, d. i# a) ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; |9 ]6 L5 v" m$ K4 x1 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 V, G; Z+ \- y* ~* a' qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" e8 v5 v% T q7 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; Z6 @. S4 l/ O& J6 t8 d; k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ h- W- d% y9 _$ e* zBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 @$ G# F; {! X* X" SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - @, _1 R! l( G4 H
) R$ K5 r/ |. h! }- pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 n7 C3 J9 g# G+ ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 m# K0 l' N5 }9 K% m' k) a2 d5 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 a% z5 ?3 u2 i; l" L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 a) M; [. y5 @# O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : r: \$ x; _6 Z. B
How you suffered for you sanity,8 Y( P3 S- F# d1 h3 J: O) t
How you tried to set them free, - I/ R3 c1 p& o9 K. ?" \0 L/ S. |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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