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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& Y. t. z% m- e$ kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; I! K+ M, q: @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 {, G" j" M7 F5 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 {/ f" G, P9 [5 v( S3 r4 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 f5 d0 E5 `( \8 l
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 r) b3 A+ ~# [* ]! K6 @; r
How you tried to set them free,
5 \' Y: x& _' e- l; a" nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + s0 u* P9 v5 h6 {( D' X' r2 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # k7 j; ^& e/ f$ y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; t1 O3 {) W# s7 @) ~) wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 ?) g+ O5 F" u+ e; l: V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 P5 `& z: W2 C& K4 P! b2 H5 O5 ]4 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: L8 V* o7 i; ^7 [" ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " q" ?! ~/ e) @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 w4 L( B: q3 c5 J" Y% N3 i/ }But I could have told you, Vincent, * [$ f9 }& y" Y) g# Z6 A7 @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , _8 z9 z$ g/ O) S9 t( B7 V
6 D0 O0 r; L& o' E UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 ` K0 r3 @# _ h# W$ E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* S5 J4 i: E/ x. \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 T) E, P6 n" i! K: _7 K. l8 O+ `! [
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,
) G* [5 o4 L# I* b2 x5 C6 ^2 V* LHow you suffered for you sanity,& K8 r: l4 N2 k$ G. c+ ^
How you tried to set them free, ( x: G6 n6 |1 F! R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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