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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 V1 X2 [: M& y; |& R% v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 }* u" e2 V3 e0 [- UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- ^8 c( i2 t" _8 s7 j/ k, aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! t) @) E Z9 J0 G( l# H) Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 Q0 x* i6 c. |* w# K6 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
' S5 K H+ w6 ]% G9 tHow you tried to set them free, n0 M0 F1 g$ `3 }0 x2 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! n- p9 U5 Q) r' k4 D2 {- A* G# q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * a) a! T; s2 z) n# B/ z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ i7 r+ W. J# `7 h) v: F1 {5 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & l, L4 ]0 ^( o1 K% g2 `8 Y" I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' ]1 {% N) v/ }4 P6 J0 Q& A3 B1 l
K9 r% O m$ FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 ?. J3 r# X" a( L) I O1 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + |9 I t, n/ S: {8 W: q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& Q2 l7 h$ U' i+ ?1 ?& Z# n: q& c& \But I could have told you, Vincent, ) k* H: c `# B2 P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 K5 y0 Z- z1 M" F1 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # b3 h& w. c* _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( C1 {9 s( p, E& h2 L0 D* K( v9 k+ jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% }8 b( j4 R5 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ^1 w. u- l: K [. b7 q$ QHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 F+ D; D! x; |5 e- _How you tried to set them free, - H$ f8 D- h% o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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