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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 o6 g8 b0 n6 d3 Z* k* N A1 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 L5 o- d, f2 Y; i* R( l6 J- c, `& B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 v3 Z: N5 {2 y7 }* c) I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 w/ Y/ s8 N/ Q" S# @5 h6 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! O o9 Y2 Z& u' Q2 z" f- }
How you suffered for you sanity,
& |& V* z$ Q! o% z9 `/ nHow you tried to set them free, # f+ S2 W7 C x5 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * F* X6 k" K, W- e \8 V8 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 q- i# Y% z- }. X2 u7 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; E! r3 t9 R1 b- [4 K: O- e7 d; ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , Y, q- r$ p. }; G3 \
Weathered 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,
4 h! n* s) U8 g% I( R. i- AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 s3 t/ \4 f! o. k- \1 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : h( m+ f* U( ?
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* `9 m' B, V4 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 a: N/ y, G) v8 u# t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, o' |% W; n/ q* ~* l# C( k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , q% t! `9 E( T+ H; W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 y- I) |& t$ f/ J" x5 n e
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, ' G. B. {! ?% v+ r( f
How you suffered for you sanity,( t" e* n7 S0 W
How you tried to set them free, # x6 d2 _, @8 X% ?3 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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