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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ _1 y' W$ D" k8 _" S5 T1 i5 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! L$ _9 w% \7 C, T8 q3 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 B E( s z# z. d- LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ?/ I' C9 `9 f0 P, q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 I) U8 _- x% O% Y- c3 | p' K7 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
# D) D3 L5 g8 [6 t eHow you tried to set them free, ( a% z4 u- c# m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * v k% Z U2 s, u! R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - L0 q+ e& {2 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ @- d7 o- n) l# K5 V9 I! AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* A! k" R, ?7 ~+ b7 a8 xWeathered 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,
; l6 V6 d, n" ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( e8 V$ M0 O1 i6 |' z9 }: NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: S1 M( x/ ?' n) DBut I could have told you, Vincent, - q7 s9 _7 y& `1 X# T- S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 C) v' s1 q* l: p9 w3 T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 |( ^. k. v% l; G0 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 E; _1 y5 o+ @5 A; `2 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 i& M9 a W1 J; E3 O7 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( F" f8 V9 \/ ^( b" ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. z8 F4 k" m1 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 c) \' I9 Z3 tHow you tried to set them free,
9 ~. G9 D0 d& D1 v0 t* @+ [2 uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 `- F6 k( P% D/ ~, u1 k! |" P7 _Perhaps they never will. |
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