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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. t4 Y0 Y1 ], t' F% V$ tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 u0 I" t$ R b3 u; x7 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ J( L- z/ E0 |% m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. q' T3 T5 P8 ^% P7 g J$ g; XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 Z6 C7 z" @6 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ W4 N; h" w5 xHow you tried to set them free, . P/ n+ z, j8 N& H$ P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 N) u! N/ m8 W" c' q; x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 V- P4 G& j* q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 _$ B3 ~+ b% q( j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. @5 Y/ R& b N2 [' c" m: iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - B" L# {, R( P- ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 o( W& q0 V) c' c" ~! a9 o) f4 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 `3 c6 w1 c$ ~) V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - U) O$ [: E u3 a" M9 @0 L
But I could have told you, Vincent, / Z+ S$ W8 L. C& w( \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 a: ?9 |, O/ T2 l$ A8 J# sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 x9 N" E! J: E" R5 Z5 U& B2 p) N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 W+ d- G1 r8 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 K" E( a6 k/ E" v, | G! G' o3 P3 v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , g# Q- i& X4 e+ K4 R& e [
, _, A b# V: r% |5 w' z ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 w: u4 A3 ^, a7 Y$ e6 O) A0 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
! [4 a6 A# U8 k+ j' o i dHow you tried to set them free,
n1 i+ m& n1 s- OThey would not listen they're not listening still, # `5 A8 b# l' x( J9 Q, K
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