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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% Q0 D, F5 W5 ~! |! s% n* A* WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! P$ L g! W+ E( m: xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. h! `6 g( ` H3 z1 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " H! B/ y$ `3 o+ o: H$ o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) d7 `" j& l9 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ I, @- R! G- cHow you tried to set them free,
- D6 X' M. c! k: d0 t( \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 |- f6 Q; m* x' S1 M/ o( G) v# [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 U+ J% D* x0 l1 ]+ g2 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: U) ~2 J4 B/ G) ?+ QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# e9 u& H5 T, w- T' j- g% `8 \! H/ uWeathered 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, 0 E: ~6 h9 B1 \2 Q, f) F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 W% ]: g8 l! X8 {- N4 K: X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 o1 x% g3 X4 K4 u. y( oBut I could have told you, Vincent, % l' s0 i# X D1 d: ]; L+ z6 y1 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % g7 N0 O; ?. l! A; d2 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 v0 }& Q" b* t, H" U/ M7 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 L2 c' C' b; [( J
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, ' t5 `7 ~% w* {$ q5 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Q, u) p" ?/ I/ R6 i* F2 m' T( ?How you tried to set them free,
( K! |" {8 z2 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% L8 H& U" r1 ~2 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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