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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 O- s1 M; H( h7 P, k& v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 ?8 ^3 }& w0 W8 n1 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( k5 k& f' ?3 I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * j( O n6 B8 t* O, V( ?$ S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% u( ]9 J# M j# B' j& e
How you suffered for you sanity, ( l# p. T, m/ b+ |+ W4 X+ T
How you tried to set them free, $ n' i; ^+ r3 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 C$ }. J3 b9 C/ d A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # S8 m6 L. ~: a! O+ X5 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
v! |* n; _$ G( CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ~# N) W" J# t* R5 ~0 l/ V2 x
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,
; Z5 ^. e- }3 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& _( w- s" j* j* {* m! YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' g `6 {+ X, _' A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 S! o3 n% Z( ^- i% C% Z2 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" w3 c3 ~5 h$ h6 e8 q! i3 }( _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 H' c2 g' `1 i5 ~! v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! O0 A1 Q' [: k' o3 x, U% _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / \* a8 ]- D, _9 V& e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 G- o" Q, m; m# H& [
How you suffered for you sanity,- w5 o( s' u( A* C
How you tried to set them free,
4 J! F1 \( X6 x( TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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