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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 H% c- _# k1 b7 z1 b% j4 l3 o- y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # D; h, V8 Z9 H3 h' G3 z0 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, {8 j( _9 q7 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: v( I* {% @+ a$ e! _! ^& fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. m4 [! S' M2 ? D( E
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 X6 E. m/ K7 \; ?# }% z, U* ^" ]How you tried to set them free, + q. t9 I4 q& P g/ H9 ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 d8 M5 r0 Y( A: U6 i8 u1 y, u9 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
h3 n* v5 J1 B6 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, B, H: S/ O8 C8 R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; c' {9 y5 z* C, m( H6 v: AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( _* D# r9 u4 V3 N$ W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 C( Z, J) g i+ K5 S/ L; T: G& W( IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" p1 i1 A% z( uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 U( `4 h6 W1 C3 t2 K9 z. o: VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, g- N$ e" ~3 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; f5 e# V5 V7 a' ~8 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 P! G: J9 z. v* c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! m4 D Z" f/ U. B r, g
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,
1 [5 p7 H- c$ l5 x& {How you suffered for you sanity,
- h/ B; Z/ K2 d6 B$ M0 u) NHow you tried to set them free, " R( E5 X: C6 M/ ^3 C' ~) F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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