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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" m, w4 G% Y/ E! X. i/ Q9 F0 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! E( A/ B8 J' F2 u# l- JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& V. O# m2 S% ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) M0 x4 x4 I( Y/ p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! d) l$ _, L. z9 _; T8 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
; F: x' l/ { m+ }8 m& {How you tried to set them free, 8 E# [- J" @. D B; H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 o5 r+ ^4 N$ e) n- s; k9 y* a" Q) E/ xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* i$ N# n7 k' q$ r- p5 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 Q8 d0 X) N& I. D. ~" ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 V1 e) K' j9 P. oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: h* R( G0 n6 H1 s% o: ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 C. X0 Z [, \, H1 M* X$ w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 s; C& |2 {1 E- P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 \1 N0 S8 ?) u- X1 B' J* m2 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: B; ?. A8 l) p) _5 B g sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& l2 x: A; K1 y, Y$ M! dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # Z+ ?2 ^' C7 Y. I9 {- u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# D/ G! v4 f b( T0 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ e: r; j- S2 Y/ n& R6 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) z0 a) h, ~" W6 v
: s; i2 ~* b5 H2 J9 C# K& oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: |7 P* b* L/ P* Z" ~9 J$ h: D \) G4 WHow you suffered for you sanity,0 V& D5 K8 Q7 D' R& \
How you tried to set them free, # v# B7 Q- g1 H- e/ L
They would not listen they're not listening still, : X' T. l& _+ j; r
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