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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ v6 `3 t9 _; f( A6 u4 v2 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, P+ v5 u" N+ W9 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* S/ d t' _* p o" K' @' aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. J0 J* `" h! p! y7 n& ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% e6 k- J$ `# w& e* [6 s9 |/ Y
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 y- W1 S& r6 K2 P! c
How you tried to set them free,
) P `1 U0 H: N: }9 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , h; l$ m2 x3 I) R m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
g8 g1 b: J$ K5 i5 ^+ [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 l8 S" i! T# E$ \# Z: F- y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( c" B5 `+ m/ J! z; K( U' HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 L5 Z! ~, o9 w, p: \4 e2 M
; i0 ^$ i! q8 W1 E- ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 `! j2 V g0 N4 L- n( T' @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / @2 N* \' J. a7 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 \, m" ~3 w2 z9 F# A! `- hBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) N: q& X/ f" w. g( E: w' `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
E: i6 ?. f7 {9 T; y: xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ H5 c+ M% O) p/ zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 s( D# h! N! S8 b& n" l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& h3 A5 B! a& {- y! DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . ^3 x8 s f$ A8 C, D
How you suffered for you sanity," `7 C5 W& r, V, ~
How you tried to set them free, 6 K; G* g9 n5 B( a/ S. `2 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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