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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) o f: m1 m. ^5 Q6 F" iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& ]. a) A: M4 I. q, d/ UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 o0 {% o& u" Q& Y( nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , t) @$ ?0 l; f# E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* b0 c: b( v, w0 tHow you suffered for you sanity, ; V& p0 G4 A& U7 g7 t: j* ]
How you tried to set them free,
M8 j: |* g+ f+ x9 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * g: @- `1 y. C- o8 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 c8 f8 F$ B' WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 a% q; l$ N6 P5 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) W. V" {* t* s$ `# n, bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 |! i+ T& M" w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( @" ], M3 B9 [# s$ F, t$ g1 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ K/ M; G9 `' s8 R; o5 b/ K: iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 G7 ^8 b8 P# O U' C5 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" X; t, S! V+ `. j# K5 s! rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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O8 U1 x- Y) x7 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
N. S, D3 ~* {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ [2 b a; B0 S, U/ l$ n l! B; yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 P0 X2 |8 z# T) p, _) v
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,
# R/ b |# A' d0 z1 r/ }How you suffered for you sanity,
9 U( C2 | D4 z: d+ G% e2 ~: wHow you tried to set them free, : {7 c3 K7 [8 T# i" ~: T
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 f4 ?$ y, a7 Z9 a! y2 D
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