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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . K* X! D) U7 S1 W$ C: Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 p2 L) h& r0 R+ g4 U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( W& [; z4 m7 d1 f/ u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. W% e7 D; A. y4 N$ i8 |2 d. z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, {" Z, l* n7 W4 EHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ T M2 x5 R% y; [' aHow you tried to set them free,
+ \/ F; b4 [- r9 m v. D6 z& x1 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 J$ ?! j0 [( l/ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 `" K" y/ t( o: Y3 n. BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : d6 S" q- B( Z9 }3 a2 t. ^8 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * b: H: v3 j3 T' c2 A2 Q2 S) ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( W6 L, L1 f! _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ s/ n: E* o0 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# s& T4 c# O) p' \1 f% eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & Q; ?7 p( ]& [% {$ E" p: W
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ c6 N. n8 V+ Y ^* n& \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% l; |0 U1 Y( S2 A* {0 t% [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 p7 h) I3 q! q, L1 e1 R" L RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 N, ]% ~0 S, Q4 a6 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 Y, c% v8 K( q$ |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 S& Z9 j2 o8 P8 I
How you suffered for you sanity,, x, p/ {) Y; f3 U# t) ^1 y* f) f
How you tried to set them free,
8 E! Q. N0 o( | N9 LThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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