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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: T6 r( Q' \5 `5 P7 s t9 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 l; e- |- T# R4 ? K8 V* s4 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ?9 K3 n0 z, K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. e$ X) d5 O$ e kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 R+ J P' o) V7 C1 `# w7 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
& \3 ~6 p& ]) K& `' \* |How you tried to set them free,
7 {+ L+ a. r* X" Z- Z: _/ VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 z/ T7 e" m$ UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. w& T3 Y0 A7 j G( \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ?' L/ C8 k# N! tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ p' K* d8 g( X, |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- w! j4 a( ]" t1 I5 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 I% V# {+ Y; b0 |1 S* y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( c/ r& M" _& C$ Q3 @6 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 M2 h1 N: B6 `But I could have told you, Vincent,
% x$ O3 k6 a6 P. a. k9 `" BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 y, l9 ?3 V! b! @6 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & v" N+ y |- X3 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( U6 x, q8 {( X3 ?# v( D- ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 n# c# O2 m# R; O- W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, r: M, b0 f) W/ e, {7 Q' S9 h* }
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 ?' w( R2 L; e; X" W* rHow you tried to set them free,
5 k$ M" M' L+ U: mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* E0 k2 S2 v. |9 `; `0 F' }& s# DPerhaps they never will. |
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