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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 Q/ E2 F& e, d8 R6 ^/ D$ sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# u5 }) V* s, Q/ yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 ^8 W: G+ C7 _1 I* k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 R" P& |3 V0 K# c$ I8 e: h9 |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 F$ ^3 M, J2 q% t9 W5 c0 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 ]3 }! ^: ]" Q2 eHow you tried to set them free, $ d3 C- q: W) I; U! S% n! S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 O# l3 V; N; D$ tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! d0 e$ g L$ R0 L7 w4 t$ M1 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 q7 U# ~8 y# j. W9 l: v( f- QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( h3 G$ U+ q& n
Weathered 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,
) i- G4 G4 X) N- {! b+ SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
H; W/ f* Y% P: _' X% fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 s8 o3 [( l3 r0 P7 ^3 r) fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. o/ s' x' ^+ pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & r+ x: O2 M+ {; j9 U
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, |& b7 b1 |/ N% ^# d/ u8 h6 }# FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 R- x; L& H* P8 I9 H! zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( J* u) m! y6 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 X6 ^# w) V8 [0 ` K! ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# s+ N7 P' b1 {$ UHow you suffered for you sanity,+ {/ j2 R+ N& _: a
How you tried to set them free, * `- K" ?! m. G: }0 g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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