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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 Y$ I. r9 |5 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, [- [7 \$ s. g' n/ iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 u5 }0 ~% m5 B8 N4 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! `5 d/ i- b7 C+ {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; W5 r3 u* E9 |# y* u6 C5 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
( Q2 N3 h0 ^6 }0 |, E/ u9 @8 }5 j6 WHow you tried to set them free, - I3 H/ @% c+ m, F4 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & S4 `4 v$ q7 V# g; q7 K9 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, p# l' o- c5 N# {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, y7 `0 h' y1 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 u( u* P4 B5 G# bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - E+ ~7 a; D! Q2 N5 G T+ {' i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 H- c' D6 c M; Q! P$ c# p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % f: ]$ A4 F# G t7 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 N- ?- Z9 I0 A* z6 j+ ?+ S' R' [But I could have told you, Vincent, ) b5 Z1 A, L, B0 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! R: K- o' f1 t, ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( W4 n5 y0 |6 d5 p* b4 l' G6 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 W1 a/ j# J6 V* x6 D: y3 i+ h# A0 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) v% `$ x; k& y" F4 y
How you suffered for you sanity,( G% T' v& ` V6 C+ b4 F4 Q; x# X
How you tried to set them free, - q K! R5 F& g8 d8 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 n& G0 @2 a' }. h' |" Q6 {5 GPerhaps they never will. |
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