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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 u# b3 \+ @: j9 o4 g& w2 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* m d @* h6 u# S, z! W" K! IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; N1 B* U9 k, `! b- U0 I+ z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! u+ |+ ^, ~$ X, ^- p: b3 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# }! r" N; R2 T; AHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 {, t4 J6 t& u. a kHow you tried to set them free, ' a, l! i+ Z: j8 p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # ~- h. Y! u& U6 A, e9 |* G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 Z( w3 G( w0 g) _- Z- X) O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 T) u1 M% f/ g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 K: R% k% z3 f5 C# f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * m& X; P% U2 |, b3 v* Q/ g2 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + Y( ] B6 ^7 n6 n W) B% U6 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 P+ N8 P5 C2 ]2 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : i* [! Z. x( J8 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, - | b5 `: `1 S5 u" j# Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % s8 {6 {% t0 O. w
# x# c' d$ Q+ w' @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & C) t6 x3 |+ k- Q9 W+ x/ A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 }4 M! K3 _, Y% R8 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 h2 M' y7 S* U0 S; e6 w: e& TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' X% `, R: x9 w% L7 J
- \# A/ @% q4 ]) E' z" l+ sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 B7 C4 j9 G4 X3 n \& g; P4 o5 iHow you suffered for you sanity,* V6 [! p; T% W) C
How you tried to set them free,
. G$ z2 _) t7 u7 i6 L+ A' sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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