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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
f" E5 `9 g7 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 `, F+ E+ _# |; G2 Z4 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 A$ n% z8 F* ?7 _1 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - p2 z: e" F6 _3 b$ r3 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 T( J0 B, x' E( z3 w( ?How you suffered for you sanity, ! N$ _# `% x( d2 J; U! _+ H
How you tried to set them free,
9 `/ s0 O; ~3 L# ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% K | S/ W8 H, F1 P. gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 D3 v7 r& E y' t$ H, D( U7 |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . v7 x: m$ @* I% \: M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ^$ M2 P3 o( O1 }# c5 j0 \3 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: W! p* D: B6 C6 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 m) n7 R' l" p4 r0 Z: n9 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& d: d# a9 F* O3 M7 F9 IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 K/ b; I! h4 z7 Z* lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. K3 c' ?+ e/ g* h" [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ S5 `/ H( o {- P& BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ i. Y8 s) i" d7 O4 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . n; W; t6 b. D( @ D) a, N5 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # @& R1 D% |: Q! T/ W) G- f) W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. h8 k M ]% G+ q2 C1 K7 e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- ]" d- `. ^% k3 ?- W4 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
, R" D( m. E1 f( ?; P! F% _0 ]! c# ?How you tried to set them free,
+ R3 m' D. J3 ^; n& E/ ?( S& EThey would not listen they're not listening still, * s) X( `4 E" S" V l
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