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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 C% ~3 r5 F ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( I2 O: B" {3 `- m8 c9 OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ n: N4 l m+ }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ @( Z4 Q( r/ B( B& W- [8 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: h6 ^7 R, G5 b' p+ `) z' I) xHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ }! e1 T3 L! c8 D6 q; _How you tried to set them free, $ y* c) M3 p: F9 Q0 |# Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 I3 X I6 m* N6 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 h. R* T g/ x! B! gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! }6 z$ N0 C1 D0 y4 V/ B, tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : w& k5 ^6 k' N8 y- l
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, & ?+ C: D. v" s3 o% V* M8 W5 x' e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 e9 R' p* c2 P5 _+ b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! P, `! w( U% D9 ]2 J0 d7 b' gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, O9 @+ e, P+ I) iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" s/ m1 y0 _3 y$ JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; O% L+ o% p- I. P j- oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 R y3 j; e1 W3 E1 m) }) @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ |8 R9 B: P3 R+ g/ G8 Y$ hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 Q* V5 R. G6 Z% I
* v7 g \; r1 U! X+ gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - {& @1 l- ^# v j
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ w2 J3 r0 Y; D+ q$ K+ mHow you tried to set them free, / Q$ o& r) J, `6 x( n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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