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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # c- {& M7 g8 U- ~1 w: [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
H& K% p |' N( \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 O0 g; R3 B3 w4 V# F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 X: W$ m: C$ t3 [- j C3 d+ V6 H) T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: l! g5 W2 I$ l- m4 K9 ~' s
How you suffered for you sanity,
* l1 I" J6 @# I; l; s, ?) fHow you tried to set them free,
# r: T) P+ K0 z* c' {; ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # e# n( p/ ~# m- @8 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % _* M' v9 A' O; C/ L! Z! ]8 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 h" `- U/ u! g$ M$ r9 ?' P8 w* q: |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 [& n6 n+ z2 F* oWeathered 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, : C1 c% F s1 |4 F+ g6 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" n- [+ U: Y4 V1 Z3 |# XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: a! {1 N/ j& H5 R, E) s' ]But I could have told you, Vincent, ' \& {4 T# g/ L; e, a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % q3 V$ K8 t7 z9 ~" h7 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' E& U+ X. f( yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( G5 {& S, d4 z8 n: n8 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 k& F4 ~5 f2 S, ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. c3 S$ G8 g, [ k4 {; }
! i+ T1 q1 z7 w4 W; b6 a! Q0 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 f" T# @. F5 F" t% w+ D
How you suffered for you sanity,5 B- s( s' M- n6 b
How you tried to set them free, & n. r! C& R! ]- f* ?. D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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