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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# d6 B' J6 K1 t! R8 c- ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
}: N) a6 T" x: U1 W' x5 f% c8 N1 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) m: }. M7 ~ [. G: ~8 E* L# h( o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
Q0 W- r# \6 X/ n4 \8 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& F+ T: U$ x! E E' w# ~, g, Q
How you suffered for you sanity, ! c. p8 w$ j0 D
How you tried to set them free,
+ |; }; m" ^: B( ]& o% SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 q, Z& L: o* K7 t; _3 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " J9 L- H! G4 X* t( ]2 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 E W6 G5 u; MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 Y; ^$ e& `, B" EWeathered 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, v% e0 ?" W r+ x: N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 m( O+ k7 ?( t: Z0 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. J7 r3 V1 q& }* ~9 n8 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, / U2 P) e' _2 o& j3 K j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* u! ]% C* N, j1 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 L2 ~7 P" ~7 y$ q/ ] J2 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 Z- s4 g6 G$ d" o. N" SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & D8 c7 x( o7 U2 ^. a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : C7 c& Q( b" B( O/ E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 g$ l& g; T# R& Y$ W9 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
( f, `/ f0 z# g, x- a+ UHow you tried to set them free, & X9 Z6 O$ U2 {! o1 v5 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 k! o, t# A: }3 C m
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