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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. ^( i% b! R% [0 I* G ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 q9 Z% Q# ~7 l- TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' _$ F% M) Z1 `+ a% }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " ]. F0 j0 X, c$ U1 v0 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 ]" K1 c) C- x) E ^2 `+ h5 n4 Z: y
How you suffered for you sanity, : d+ t0 Y; @! v4 P3 q4 ]! B
How you tried to set them free,
, g! ]3 e) B. [1 M8 _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( ~* a2 O" Y6 Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 Y* ? ^8 f5 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 {5 Z8 j9 F7 W6 a$ w# h/ U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 S* M, E3 F0 l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! p( B2 E6 v3 M4 y6 j NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, O+ i& x R' A. @3 N7 A ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; O- C- i8 p9 S- T+ ?" l0 O2 [You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( P1 X& o W9 a; ]3 T8 W0 s
But I could have told you, Vincent, % y& Z+ i- X' N& U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 c% y" V; t! D) N! ^6 c+ {* ?. S' G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 h# u: I. v$ l2 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' y: a% o2 ]! d N `( PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / c. R) H3 [5 o* Y6 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) U* V$ O \. E* _( I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; J; p. h- Q% }% w6 O; Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ V& p. t u4 ?How you tried to set them free,
# l4 ?+ ^+ A6 U) Y7 {3 y4 r) iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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