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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 c9 G# |, ~2 {3 F: a H0 C( Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " E4 ]+ C1 u9 C! ?. h# o& v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 s4 M! q' v! i1 d4 k* `! {2 K, @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) B7 C. Y- N V k' ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ a2 K2 x9 ]' ^9 m# \How you suffered for you sanity, 8 [* B! }: b+ _6 e5 ]/ S
How you tried to set them free,
1 i$ @8 A9 ?7 E8 g4 y+ jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 L) \& I1 q2 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : y6 g1 I6 u2 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + t2 V! @% v. ~: O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 R$ U% ?1 J$ g3 N1 p3 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 j; F3 n! x* e$ r4 ~
& m/ H( |- C: P8 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " X, Q$ N; M7 T8 ^; F s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 W( A, U0 ^3 ?+ w. [& L$ j8 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 {8 B0 x2 \4 |: P. n2 r1 {8 F) Q5 X* s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; {7 z" W J- u Q( g- l& WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 A" A( `4 ]7 B% E0 C+ C" G8 P/ K3 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' ]8 D6 v6 }0 T) {7 l7 Y5 L c. c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; L* g8 ?$ H/ \! }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 w9 d; \8 a# O- D3 ?5 R% Q+ U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 W4 J% N1 s \% ?5 ~5 Q8 L) MHow you suffered for you sanity,. v2 R& g& g/ L# P3 e
How you tried to set them free,
( H- {* X7 A3 JThey would not listen they're not listening still, # H" E- T) v" P% C/ O3 Y8 T- m& L* S
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