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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# _1 C' x8 F' H) J8 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& p- \* [; {0 M" u. R5 ^8 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 X" ]$ f9 R- U5 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 m5 s/ c$ B O3 P2 G& C, k+ w) ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- y+ }- n2 b Y; B0 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 h# Z2 e! L7 J3 \8 LHow you tried to set them free,
3 @" o! i. L' J3 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' {. c; l6 j* B, F6 ~/ m d! C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! j. {# c- ?9 F/ N+ C% \* vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 q' F: [0 ~& Z# z/ ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : c) V4 R$ o4 v$ E' P
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,
# f7 X2 @7 h5 V1 k9 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ]9 U& z" b+ b7 t4 Q) b. LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # n8 P: l7 p) W# S$ M: o7 F* |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! G1 t) ]" a& H K8 g9 G4 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, `/ y# C% c; J% t5 Z9 ?* BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( @* v/ O! x2 Q/ Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & ]/ r5 x/ D( _0 P# p: A) T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ K. h6 |( m" [+ qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ^6 t$ J; x! V5 f* W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 T; D+ l6 l. j0 E" Z SHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 F4 a: N9 B- JHow you tried to set them free, 8 V/ V! r2 f; C. L$ m- X1 l, Y/ m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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