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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - B# {9 r0 S9 ]3 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 v/ C! A/ A! V- B3 J* e6 k/ r3 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, ?2 D& z( |* f+ y/ xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; H! L5 U" e. k1 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 e# h/ n% x1 Q( |0 H, t6 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 M, a8 H& K" E# wHow you tried to set them free, + q2 Z. e, A$ B9 m# u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' U' D# V4 D3 F3 @7 d& eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# u" }4 z- \) j* V5 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) X6 n& E" Q' f1 ~' jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % O3 o% B2 k, f; ~* r) z7 u" E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ U: D B J! F; oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, I0 B1 H2 b# b* j9 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' u/ |4 x" H, E l) e' A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ n5 K) Z$ t. j0 {: t+ B8 l1 H% m2 M# `But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ p3 ^) c1 m O, a5 ?. YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 [5 | L7 v1 I9 h5 n* m, NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 p2 _9 V X& {3 j8 t5 e( Q* i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ {: L8 R: c, x4 {% hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 N+ q; v9 ]! d+ y; Z
1 K: J6 n" Q* Z' W' Q; W# E) aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) b/ k6 u- S% n* S+ _
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 P/ b5 y( V' w1 M0 ~# GHow you tried to set them free, 7 |2 A. m" c' k: _4 t* B. e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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