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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, R4 T' o4 `( OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 r- e% k4 |4 ]/ i, L2 ~+ ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ q. w+ h+ ?+ `" H- D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & z" ~4 C( [: M/ b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) V# b' {! c; _3 Z& G9 S
How you suffered for you sanity, . j# F( w" W- X3 L6 E. \
How you tried to set them free,
9 I( ]' t' D1 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 Y; l8 c# ?, z" B, D$ w9 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . B* o& e4 g. B; ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# t" ~4 }5 L# b$ L3 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: R1 u5 e1 \8 }7 w& h) Y5 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; m! ?: }+ Y: W/ g9 j# h) }9 Z/ R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% F3 r6 S; `- zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 U. X% r0 e6 O. ^( ?5 J4 m+ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 d# V& {6 x5 w* I
But I could have told you, Vincent, + P4 j4 }9 T& W! p4 t7 b) X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: {; |9 q4 A0 Y5 p6 H( h: q/ |; CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! C; _, n/ r6 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % B; m( _ i* r' n/ ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 J$ f2 \, W1 P) M0 f7 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 A$ u; x/ s! j, |0 S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 K2 A4 @6 ~% e% V' ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 L6 N o+ j0 f: j9 B/ }How you tried to set them free, ; {4 f6 Z d# j" K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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