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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. H$ v$ r+ M/ r6 D* CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, w7 D3 E( g" C+ }, oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 }$ O) a. k! CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ s- d' X4 E! L, s iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ a ^7 O" Y3 j! ]; cHow you suffered for you sanity, - Q: m7 |9 U- [0 t L1 n& E* f
How you tried to set them free,
; V5 R) Q; ~! R) n& t0 z. f' R7 s7 [3 ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! t( S# i& l* u4 E1 W" {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 D# G1 R6 ?0 Z: G/ FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 L0 o3 R3 i# ]4 U, |! ^3 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! N& o: A( y/ _
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, - a$ [& @8 G" m1 O& P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) J; m5 k: o7 g3 z8 q/ z' A1 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : f+ Y: i2 ` j! J) N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 i) A& U- @7 g3 n% B' MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . g O4 e, T+ `8 p# J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 ^: X8 C% t) U) o" d# A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' q$ l; y- U+ f5 x, B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # X7 F! z. V1 a2 |( r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # h+ x, \- y5 I4 R" W" |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 J1 T3 n5 W. ^" A7 S, q' ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ d% p* k7 m/ u2 a/ oHow you tried to set them free,
: g/ J9 Z5 C8 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, . B7 L' B% ^& ^7 ^/ I# [9 L" p
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