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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! l3 I! T. a' e/ N; [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% ], o; E |5 C$ Y! d4 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 \" e3 A1 |5 E2 X2 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 i# b% _6 C, L( m8 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 H, u; K* g+ g, t. N( M h
How you suffered for you sanity,
" G7 I/ m0 h9 Q# C2 lHow you tried to set them free,
* m5 j* [# O- e' FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 H3 [+ ]- t2 O0 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. n' j) Q* a8 i) Q2 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) Q! Y% |& k, M2 S/ ]* h, `; gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) s! F) M9 L$ G3 q7 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, D" b; ? p, M2 d7 Z0 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, R" ?- m" P: `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 R+ B; \6 g" O7 K" W9 \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 ?& h: W8 m$ X6 U0 u9 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 W( O4 M1 k3 L& @) GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 O8 Y/ n/ f6 \) }+ W: B, a( \/ \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ z! q* F1 a) G R" H2 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 y2 [" n& d: v& _' E7 g
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, 1 j$ c* B g5 o" E% q; u) }
How you suffered for you sanity,
. z- X L( Y4 {* d1 @: Z4 RHow you tried to set them free, 1 F- S* J1 i5 K4 _/ } h c3 M" R# D. K
They would not listen they're not listening still, & I( A8 m. L: I, [1 d8 C0 Q9 Y6 I
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