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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 h8 v" h# @ I* ]0 f: mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' F& u6 v9 f6 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. c* ?. c; S& W) g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: y: g# E: I; `6 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& M. n0 P4 t4 {! B# ]2 X3 x$ dHow you suffered for you sanity, , D, R: O# n w" k' O1 ?0 l/ ^% Y
How you tried to set them free,
/ G6 Y0 g! Z0 mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 N' `& B N6 ^9 b( c4 K1 d& M7 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' o4 i$ f6 D( Z3 |; iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 g) K$ Q4 w- a+ k6 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 j: v' t+ Z9 ~/ |) p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 V# ^4 W& F+ X" F! l7 I8 c6 n1 T* K- @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / p3 E. H8 b& x8 q0 h/ P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % `; m0 `9 s" q+ ~8 h8 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ g2 r Y9 G [4 }6 [" k* J/ oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" k! o7 j$ R6 ~3 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . i& K4 }7 }% `* \1 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ H1 S% o0 L, I# }6 q8 j0 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 \- ?6 I: X% V. ?3 M, e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" W9 F E5 D7 f: Q5 S! ?/ O# ?How you suffered for you sanity,
" a7 H0 p; D1 l# y/ BHow you tried to set them free, / p: E! V1 j$ J& D# ^# s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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