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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 H7 r% V0 H% a( P J; RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , x4 V2 w5 `3 r, I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& b- M" p& ^/ H+ a9 P! \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 i3 f$ x! x7 O2 }7 M: [* O4 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ W1 x) M n9 s, y$ w
How you suffered for you sanity,
: F. B* M O9 X" E: N' D; OHow you tried to set them free,
- O; f! b, B6 U5 o" h9 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 J& I/ v: x# j. KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 M6 Z2 v- d+ t3 ^: HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ a' `- Z6 T; r4 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 R. ?# [4 m& A4 |" \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - r0 j4 W; A7 h, ?9 E
9 @: O* r+ N1 P4 E' d+ F' SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 U" F- e' d* Q: C& b6 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / i8 ^: @2 [ c5 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; w- m8 _. O- MBut I could have told you, Vincent, A4 H6 }0 _5 @' B4 n5 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 V( H9 f I' }& r( M3 r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 Q: M0 o0 B1 ?- c$ p+ A! ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " W: ^4 V7 \% Y( X1 [0 @0 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) x8 e5 C& f) aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 S) ~2 i# h; ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. E; \9 e# r# Y$ k& P7 y. gHow you suffered for you sanity,+ v- C" }8 p0 C( B+ o' }
How you tried to set them free,
! k% g" d v! y$ t: H b- xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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