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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 J& F: l8 D& F+ i1 X+ c3 A1 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# [! N/ s% C4 _+ Q* XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% _: h" c- C: O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. T1 g$ @+ D4 w* |; P% l5 z6 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. D1 u1 I/ k: R2 cHow you suffered for you sanity,
& ^# p) ~; ]/ b6 r. Y7 |How you tried to set them free, D( E6 n4 m; r0 [" b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! T6 B u6 P# y: {8 R3 b; }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- o+ ?$ [( \( S4 N1 R' o: ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ h! G% w- B6 O' \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 B( D3 J) b" g6 i! s2 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( i5 Y) d2 N7 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 d! H; ^) Y5 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . n9 T, `8 }& d h+ L0 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ o; z' h8 q: l3 ~6 E. CBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ g8 w+ v; R0 \' E% A% m# }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 G7 F" }+ C1 ~6 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " d* y5 K" r% m# `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 V% J- `" {1 a6 P2 w" h$ h' TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 J/ h9 ~4 h& M8 D3 E: N3 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ @, f1 F0 }4 W) C& `9 dHow you suffered for you sanity,' J, \4 @3 A" w
How you tried to set them free,
0 x0 y, V* `9 N$ rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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