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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' p* k O2 b/ S/ K" T: h; {) KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 o: i$ I# ?) u" c) N, gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
B0 r" U! A! x, uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , k! V2 t2 A4 L8 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ U' | r" J+ i4 z. }5 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
) }9 a( p! @0 b3 SHow you tried to set them free, ) [3 L- q0 q: f4 n4 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, @; U" \1 F% c! ]- n8 v. uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, W9 y" r4 u& ^+ J) G. i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: w+ y7 _3 l+ m6 l6 R; ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 h1 j; [; P5 ], BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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V. V3 N4 B Q1 y6 ` PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 v% M! C! o' o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 m* y4 y3 j1 N: t$ g# LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; U9 K- J3 c7 i5 P2 w& q) aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% }( O" b9 M6 g' bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ t8 W2 }) L1 c* n9 i* JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # g5 n) z! v: w9 d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 R& t" q3 d& _( t& z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 v5 z) H2 L6 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , p7 B3 Z# M. C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 l* O4 }" y3 f/ U: v; \6 N% g
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 a6 I! d3 H# \& ]How you tried to set them free, / y8 W, t% ^) b& R0 j" F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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