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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : P: \; `- H6 P$ p& I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; E* ` u b* A/ tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ i8 Z! c* M9 _' N7 E @0 ]1 H QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; s: I, n3 O: b) y' q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 _: D1 v" S* G8 V7 ], R, dHow you suffered for you sanity,
" k- A( u/ v/ BHow you tried to set them free, 4 C6 ` z9 P& ^9 G x' u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& w4 u* h, V g: _9 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 ~" V5 z: g9 h% Q" G* T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Q/ C" Q2 M3 Y, c, D+ F& `! s% SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, A3 o+ c, M* |- @& M( ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- B3 R2 \5 S6 ^7 \4 b+ w# u4 ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ A) W2 k0 Y% C6 |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
d0 e6 S$ W- ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, , S# X" K, ^1 U/ d% C; e
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 G1 @( |- p: Z+ A6 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( J+ G& H+ Y. d" r: c; `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - Y' Q' s2 L! @+ F
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: w! W( n4 Y) YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# C+ y- x5 j- iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! T9 g! _9 g5 c$ y# o, h& ~. ?& G8 W8 q9 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
u- t, {- `; i( Z! k3 n2 |& SHow you suffered for you sanity,: }# [7 x H7 q% s* ]
How you tried to set them free, # f/ T3 C& R/ n) J3 c* a9 W8 P# B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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