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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 |3 K) g: f, i8 D; J: C o2 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 u% C4 i6 x S1 W8 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" g+ N4 m8 {3 L0 J/ ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; `" w) U6 w6 K! c& w2 k# RNow I understand what you tried to say to me, X, P4 i7 C/ Z. j8 m+ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
) F' Y4 Z. c' o! UHow you tried to set them free, 0 |% i& \4 O# ^, y0 B& E! y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 A' T7 c) f# W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
S: k n! A0 R" e1 P/ |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( G. j: B/ m7 l; O: |+ UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 j9 q4 {( s' D5 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 O% _% m* Y8 k# }8 e7 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : q3 { @. P# }: h8 ]2 W9 J* n, i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 t1 G/ q- ?. O. V; o; K5 u6 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) P3 X* J8 f# W6 X/ z% W5 M" oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% S- X# ]. y+ A) N3 o. aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 x2 ?1 p2 c2 |7 ^4 ?* {. aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 _1 z8 G5 g$ I6 t8 S4 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 S) u) I; ?- R$ V% v; z a9 c( d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. s7 G8 C) c2 @ X% T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 N4 V2 P; r+ ?; {! @0 X+ z
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 E9 r4 G# ?, Y1 jHow you tried to set them free, 6 Y4 w% r5 J2 L' E
They would not listen they're not listening still, r. M/ |8 C$ C- h- c
Perhaps they never will. |
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