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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # N2 y1 W) f+ L0 a& e; `# }2 Y1 Y" {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ Y* c, u: g% V" s2 f. zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& t2 R, V8 v" T) O3 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 ]1 Z: W& [8 J9 G- DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 o" W4 }4 p+ i8 f, _- ?3 i$ \
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 M, o2 w% O B! y& b6 R5 |. RHow you tried to set them free, # R) w/ j7 v. a+ J& _3 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( Z; i3 Y- ?" I) w6 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % K$ [1 ^ I( ]& f' w7 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) D( _5 {% ~6 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 [5 ~ b' \: @$ C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 x7 H3 {8 p5 M9 }& {+ Z; p3 A. F
k7 T( I% Y: ?+ A) hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) a8 E- j# V* F3 ~+ }. a- E9 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 O( ?: w. S" ~3 V& p: Y' M4 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 K q; O1 d0 d' K6 \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 f7 t9 K K/ \# `, i3 `: j+ MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 R9 s1 n7 h2 X8 S0 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 \+ w) }3 U7 v6 u# jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' Y4 ^( D6 [& _" C0 ?: K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- p% l8 |/ K1 D6 ]3 {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, 2 i3 u% F( K, E3 ]# F$ W+ t
How you suffered for you sanity,' _' k1 d8 C( a( |4 L( ^0 [) ]
How you tried to set them free,
. c) D8 A; R6 ~3 [* A. SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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