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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% }9 T: {6 C# s% [4 X. `9 s& ^5 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: \8 a3 g8 V. f$ ]/ ^& R: [4 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 f1 g! F1 l! d6 K0 w) LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) ^$ T* y# o# A6 Z4 W7 U$ NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 i5 d9 s4 E) v! e% C* [How you suffered for you sanity, ; k/ c' D; n' B, a
How you tried to set them free,
, J( R" a) x- M5 T$ u+ FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 r$ a! k' D' F8 C5 R) Z8 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: t r( U- w6 h9 v0 K3 J7 z ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# J7 e, `( v) e, TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; q) b: L" Z4 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 n! `1 F1 N0 s! HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- |/ _- W' B/ r* i& c* e3 Q- G EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. E, N5 n% a1 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / P& K, o2 D; d7 B$ ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, h% Z6 D7 S( c4 v- {5 H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 o; z/ _# S" v4 F2 ~! P" D1 f
$ o- N8 k; f, ]. t$ ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * ]% g1 x8 z# Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 W! g/ C7 o7 K; e& C; a1 b% G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 J% Y5 Q0 _, G1 o/ S, u" @% `( FThe 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,
! B6 y( n* w: u* Z( \8 OHow you suffered for you sanity,% c. o4 h0 S j# d
How you tried to set them free,
% j; a J9 a2 @# H b6 gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- U* Q$ y" |5 F4 E: @' mPerhaps they never will. |
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