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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, L# M: i5 [" s1 f+ K5 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * F' [4 @4 F. N1 q! p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 l1 v$ o& s0 X2 `) R3 m, Q5 r$ K4 j: g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
i8 j& B$ Q, v8 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" T9 u2 o2 e% gHow you suffered for you sanity,
' G/ O5 n+ u% V* E& vHow you tried to set them free,
9 X" w8 O# }4 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ k- j" G; d# l' l: ~# e6 H- H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 a: [9 m4 j8 c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' E- J" d; Z: q" n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* e7 `# [! M# w B9 o+ {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, 3 y+ n; k1 W' x/ `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' \# V3 `( y9 `9 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& x N1 S, N: X3 {6 A3 |3 C4 SBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' i& K7 r; Y! V( L$ D$ [6 F0 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : S1 ^9 r6 v) ?6 a# O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* B D' C) {' S" WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; L4 |+ n; G, J" Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' m# [1 ^1 Z0 r* C, A2 n/ D9 O
. _; c% B% k8 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) J i8 O, Y7 [! XHow you suffered for you sanity,1 z: i& A3 b1 g5 f1 w) _
How you tried to set them free, , F+ V/ y! F( l& q8 G: q- J) X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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