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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 J: m3 p# O+ H9 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ F) q) w c. H* S) b: fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& Q: j4 t: [6 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 D$ ? m0 D; l7 h# D. J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 {4 K: d! {4 Y3 sHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 P5 o, V* L* F3 j( p5 r* T
How you tried to set them free,
. \: s/ _) ^- S5 u' ?6 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 u1 d) S$ C1 ~0 i3 \' N. s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 l$ b2 @- o1 _- p# u( e- }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 I* p H# b! W- x% @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, n; n. }$ Q0 @6 I! g 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, ! U8 A3 x. i9 U6 P: h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* i- h0 [: `. U3 K5 Y* |1 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# A8 K% @: y8 H# X) D$ ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( T4 Z* v; C5 o# x. A, @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 b" G3 }9 L& G2 K3 n1 J0 }; U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 g( q. z2 S% ~/ v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ]0 ^1 ?# g' W" [& e) KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' x" P* v$ k3 k9 ^2 C9 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / }8 j0 F( F6 I" d
9 ~, |& H' J [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & h4 T) q9 F7 P' x) g7 d3 P
How you suffered for you sanity,( T$ p- A# y4 u" M
How you tried to set them free, # S5 i% b7 F! K# ^' E# O8 v+ t
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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