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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: ]4 Y: S2 S3 g+ `. Z- MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- t$ s5 B1 \6 Q5 Y8 _$ WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 b. j& E! P: l8 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # ^' C0 V& L( H) \8 k4 r7 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, H" V8 |/ M6 P! r
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 h: v d) e) x* t& R+ [/ |# `
How you tried to set them free, * o! A3 X4 h5 Z1 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 t+ M$ |! ]( m1 C& h, ?2 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 t6 J% V( S m) T9 ~: N# [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( ?( d0 I+ ]# G; NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( `+ ^$ _( I6 h4 D8 a8 I6 EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & u, B, k/ r0 [& a- I/ s9 b
7 t' `9 i, [+ k6 [) F JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 n/ U' K$ C5 k3 I8 U- w, B. I. [; h( q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / Q2 O0 l4 Y/ c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) Z8 M! h$ p2 ^# q" l8 q+ A: V2 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 [# z- y% a. j* J7 w) v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 s8 N2 h g8 m. wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* ` f4 Y) D! P; E4 e) v- X5 WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& V$ p% G6 _ y! k" I7 e8 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 a& \ h4 d' q$ {: G8 a: C1 FThe 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,
4 |+ j) [! c3 Q- y; X6 r0 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
. T2 r/ g5 u* Z' bHow you tried to set them free,
& X7 D/ C* b0 t) z& x2 g6 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, # `' C& e- W! Q
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