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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 @/ j' s( c+ G2 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% `) c& j" ]" d' {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! G% g6 S" y3 b( @4 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; \. }: y0 ~4 {3 U1 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, N9 T+ X, K, f# Q$ }: M! F( H
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ]7 L4 S( i2 ~How you tried to set them free,
, R) @, l9 w. J4 L) e3 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ \* L3 ]4 p+ ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , u5 Z) a+ b. R0 M( q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " d. a' E# d. u' H& k& j) @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " p+ k2 a3 w8 a8 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . u6 A* t, p, B8 d8 }" o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 i* o% t* {9 g' X. SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
w; l4 \! x! [You took your life as lovers ofter do, & k2 o9 X: q% l, s7 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ H6 W/ E/ }0 o; T. G8 g& FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ t- I9 |) |5 H0 y4 O* D% EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; M: E- ]$ h A/ c4 h3 {" y/ HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 [9 i3 l0 z. v" [/ c. u
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 c! L# ?5 g; @6 q; ?/ q$ r: H$ }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 q2 v) U* [7 Q4 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( C6 h$ F' y- Y) A
How you suffered for you sanity,, y) e4 }( o! ~
How you tried to set them free, 7 E, ~ G- P! E- j/ W' {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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