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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, K. B" ^9 `7 ~8 J2 G1 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; X) ^9 h i2 U, p0 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. d- { r& L1 b- a8 t, G4 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 m% O" ]& d" {+ ^: n6 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# z* U! e$ O% E& ]; q: w1 T( h, y0 `How you suffered for you sanity,
8 W6 T$ B: e2 Z# [How you tried to set them free, . j/ T" j& X$ a- K- b6 T/ x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - z$ H/ x( R! q% u" @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! ?5 x3 W# {# x! }! v+ D: ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 o6 ^( H& @' o) x8 rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! z9 Q- [2 a+ f0 ^! f8 F2 Z7 WWeathered 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, 6 w2 B1 G5 R4 {& ~8 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 h4 E2 g0 A; u8 z4 v3 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , F1 z1 S- i" l H
But I could have told you, Vincent, f1 _/ j$ o5 [. o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 [/ X& y; x2 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' o$ h9 B$ f4 m- Q8 g* L: Z1 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : ?+ W: X- s5 E# K
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, $ f# J* @, G* [) W% J
How you suffered for you sanity,
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They would not listen they're not listening still,
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