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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* |" J! P4 ^" [/ u5 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. R' m" l+ k6 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 \* P. u! |* Y/ ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( f' N) ^0 g6 f4 p) c' o: j- E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! E( k; X: z1 U2 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
% a9 T) }4 u8 q0 b) w, FHow you tried to set them free,
# ]9 l3 i, X- H, Q' ]7 P' }; D' b. MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 S0 \% D5 s1 c+ K8 a$ l* DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! y* ^3 ]% N% T. lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 S$ S$ ]' p" H4 l9 U( a6 R3 t) v% hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # a* P# }2 ]& M+ W" q W2 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 G% V) K' z t* C( }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! u% L+ h1 g/ ^% t4 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! z, q* a! h2 A9 S- w2 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 k* v1 ?4 @; ]( R4 E: FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 d& H) g- A2 D, S- M- ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 U+ V( C4 `7 o- W' l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' `$ y! K$ N8 \5 w' U* x* P9 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 H7 A# o* a- G2 b( E( RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * K6 a4 V$ {# @, p
. o! C& F. H- dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) o4 U5 W& w' P! i U- SHow you suffered for you sanity,
& Y3 \' c2 j0 q+ @1 M* v$ h: oHow you tried to set them free, 9 A. O/ _( v' ]6 D6 i8 \- t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 M5 ^. T* Q" T1 C- g
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