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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 c' Y4 \/ T' R6 r1 x" A. G: XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # Y& O: _/ j& V, K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ P8 e' a$ Z9 l8 g6 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
r J+ k" I6 ]9 f' R" [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 {% ~' b: c- O9 @7 R! G+ qHow you suffered for you sanity,
! ^9 ^) F2 l) q: RHow you tried to set them free, 5 c7 r* h8 p7 Y: W B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 P L" u% p6 M2 z& H: x% s; \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; h& _& y7 M* t* V% L7 i' u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & [; N* L. W" N/ s9 l4 z0 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 N8 Q, q* G5 f/ UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / b) A/ u' _+ c) }* q# ?( G5 U
1 Z4 t' Y# I# T" o7 U2 a1 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. h: Q- Q# E5 U- _8 U6 U+ \$ AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 e2 Q& h, l" lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ }# K. ` x* g8 q, g1 O
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 L8 i# g+ m7 y, V8 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % i1 K3 F8 J, W& c9 b
" {. e8 O( D: t7 v6 [; p6 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 J: @# K0 B9 A/ ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ [/ b' T" z6 L+ Q0 R% U6 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ?8 r: x, W4 k$ e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 L6 w8 z' l& M. V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! A) @1 v6 R4 i
How you suffered for you sanity,0 _" |) X. O( E \; v
How you tried to set them free, 6 \* h t, _8 [) ^! x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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