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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , r2 c4 V7 j% W/ D! B7 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ _6 V8 R3 Z3 z A- }* }- ~( a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% [( D+ _' l/ Y2 C' u" A0 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ g7 p' T/ b4 Y8 a' o W, N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 Y+ f3 L" {# f \! B9 N1 QHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 Q9 `2 ]2 l; b t3 o$ uHow you tried to set them free,
6 n0 }; b8 I: X8 l, K1 [( WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 g: g/ T3 t: u5 p4 I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 a4 h9 s& N9 p; p! USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ K9 q! B% a+ n) _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - z% {' s$ O' B) G" u, e) g- o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 K9 O+ A J/ O/ q, C$ V) [4 k9 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 H4 Y0 T; P8 [: P' x3 v! ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 `: B0 k* g5 d, R+ PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 G4 ^- {# F. l1 y/ W) N+ z. e0 D
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! X6 l3 z& j3 B* q a \& l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& o, l6 \) D" N5 n1 ?4 I7 m( KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; C+ }0 O5 B. A$ M" ~+ ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 X. r2 u( F+ n* Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * X# K% p! {- q! k7 T4 M' H' j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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b( J/ c- ?- y G1 }% g8 v- JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! D! N3 O: g7 u$ o8 J p
How you suffered for you sanity,
% y. [$ G2 {: [: j2 {2 u; E- qHow you tried to set them free,
7 f: q8 F& }/ I0 h, s9 _+ |+ o+ pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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