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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" F' k3 G. R' I* l$ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 V+ N8 v9 y0 O5 F! WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 u( V1 f6 ^ @9 _ u% @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 [# R& D4 e. ?( w( }& o9 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 {* X+ ]* L' I y7 f+ D; a; cHow you suffered for you sanity, , T: Y4 I8 ]: D( ~3 }2 ]
How you tried to set them free,
# V" {1 h, q8 D1 Y$ W% @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; D2 F4 `+ Q; b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 g' Y& S* w: H, X3 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 O$ ~) y9 Z ` c5 EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% \6 O% q- T! S$ P1 I2 aWeathered 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, 5 {% j1 |% q- ^! `4 K4 m3 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 Z5 u, |1 S9 V; v4 c1 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# I3 z1 y5 D! O' [But I could have told you, Vincent, ( `/ [7 B- ]7 \$ I% u$ l1 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 \5 B5 o( t$ t( S( `: e' j- r
! h' O. s. k2 L9 IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 O. x: m- T* T/ T( H5 A! i% Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ [& K, C1 }! Z* U* LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' q3 p- G4 Y. ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( _5 y `+ s, V5 X2 g, L$ _/ o- UHow you suffered for you sanity,
: X* p4 L- q& g4 E! W$ fHow you tried to set them free, + W% a& U/ h$ d1 Q! T( H8 h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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