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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 t3 b6 b/ T6 `( [" ]" d8 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 \+ T0 H3 I0 H9 C- k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 q! [- e: ?) \4 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 K* r# s: q; s4 l: P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 j# T% {( O+ z0 c3 \) J) ?How you suffered for you sanity,
2 w) \3 P6 s! ]How you tried to set them free,
* b# g* _; ~0 z, ]2 E" @4 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ o' H; W& N# t' F( \# J; `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 h5 l* ?! C' x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 f7 v, f/ {% _1 B' r6 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ w# n! I7 M F; ?1 DWeathered 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,
3 M8 N; J: ]" J0 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 \! q2 `2 }/ S0 n1 u" H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( J$ v7 z# O) [5 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ T. e( F: z; A, _- }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 e2 D/ G2 f" l/ \& E. TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ {5 U5 j- P$ B/ |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 D! }. [6 k, `: K' ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# C8 `% M# b; `9 r/ v# k6 V7 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 o [& ?* F1 _# D: h7 f. A# y* oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- B+ P5 I0 O% j/ T }- bHow you suffered for you sanity,
: e, s5 M) D' O' b% ` O ]& LHow you tried to set them free, o; }: q% R6 l1 W! [0 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 h- w" {8 T3 m$ X. y
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