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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& _0 D% W2 Y" m0 @& C. p( bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% H; T% {1 D% Q* }* vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 i* V T. Q' [% }/ l. P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 ~/ |4 u3 [/ d9 b2 K6 ]! Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& W7 p0 I& i' H. v* W' D8 D( D
How you suffered for you sanity,
& M. d, J- X7 Z8 Q/ e$ m( CHow you tried to set them free,
8 c8 N d8 }0 r* e/ ?3 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % T! c; ]/ v, `/ ]5 v2 E7 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" c( D& ~0 D" S- X/ YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 b! D6 d7 y7 r1 e7 d" v$ u1 ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' `* r4 Z( d; ?% B. n, L6 |
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, 9 O" P9 k* b& c% i* \3 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ }7 m" A" f2 | I1 u7 S/ f; }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 p9 B9 a. k0 C: [But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 X6 g9 N& }$ s1 b3 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 G- |. R3 C$ C/ |9 g5 R9 T- IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ o0 }) G5 h& K+ uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 e2 P3 s8 F+ \, N9 ]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,
! f. [$ c" K5 s* Q" P% E/ T% VHow you suffered for you sanity,
& F; U" [; E1 _" J, D! J" \How you tried to set them free, ! Y+ I i, [" e/ O; f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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