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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - Y! e9 Y, M# x5 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 {; k$ B0 V, x: ^8 mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. J4 ^+ j( A& ]3 @' sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . p5 r7 s- k N( l: ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- k& O* t! X0 J& u: CHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 Z: F' _# A. l' vHow you tried to set them free,
$ |% D3 U& [5 @, C& mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. {; m; X4 Z! L2 E, l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 r0 ?3 y/ n& b4 A! A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, U0 G9 h: |* \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 E: L: y- q9 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# a( P7 `* r0 y. m0 j9 z3 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! X/ I, O9 D s3 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' H' M' M g: f" n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' ?% l8 k. h w9 mBut I could have told you, Vincent, {# V; @- J3 n* ]5 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( L- w2 k( U4 b! X; Z( N" w' a7 S6 g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, F5 U) P( A7 S' |0 A6 A% v" A9 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 g- j: k) h! J7 o* q4 ~" _/ S; U; XThe 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, 7 }. F. g; ^9 z: @8 V7 I2 s4 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 u" u* _, H# T$ A4 \How you tried to set them free, & Q6 s* V/ @) N/ T1 m$ L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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