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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( v, I6 E5 K8 L/ J& J& l/ uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 e9 F4 `7 l# K$ [2 G- y8 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 h* b" a+ ^6 l: N i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : y- P( c+ L1 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ P' M( H% T: x' DHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 O) {" e; l$ ^2 }
How you tried to set them free, ) n' |0 K$ [; q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) |7 g2 p4 s2 a1 J+ J' i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 X2 c! k6 R4 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, w( m* D- v. |' i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 _! H$ c, v+ b' F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) V& g' I3 A9 n) e% Y) P. c) YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + {/ }: m% O; Y' q% E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & F) n# ?) |3 ^. G( s) \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! `$ s( \9 Q. v5 i5 m. G; |* {% N! A9 u V" F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: ^1 P# [1 _: B: r( C: ]" iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- D/ B" q, n; M+ HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / d0 N& [: \ z& r6 i F0 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- a9 v. }" N- D2 `- ]# @, m- @; bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + H$ _) V% L2 Z; J# N! Z& k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 p d; X f7 e% s, f; A% w2 ], N' XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& S: z7 m3 X* |How you suffered for you sanity,
4 j5 G' c2 G. Z" R( @2 w$ F/ H$ jHow you tried to set them free, $ f6 n8 a6 l R7 s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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