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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " h. D+ Y0 @9 ^! q h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, v3 l0 b/ I" p9 u6 a$ `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ J5 T! r; @4 t8 Q2 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( s6 i( r/ z% R7 r* BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ?1 o. N6 r, \# W0 G9 C- o# A
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 b; {: C0 S k- f8 o4 d) K9 k/ p
How you tried to set them free, ( B2 P& E. y; m: f! `0 B: k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 F8 a1 o7 c* N7 U! v0 C; R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' s8 d9 k* k( v, f0 U2 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 H1 U$ T u7 w) v* {# W# B3 p7 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' v- D5 S( Z% x" A7 ^5 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 v8 d3 q' h7 @1 f# a, o7 X
$ @5 \; l. }2 Z2 h$ I, oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- E" u7 a. y X: w1 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; s g2 E9 H6 `' m% v* y% _ ?6 W
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 j% e. K% v# F5 T" F/ e6 KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 X* t7 H, S9 F) GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - D4 }( r& s) u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 S/ p1 O' F- K. w& ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " J) s4 _0 ^' c& V/ `) ^" g$ u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 W( V0 i# q$ m- c- t
How you suffered for you sanity,
% e- ]( L( y# b2 ^2 F4 THow you tried to set them free,
* ~9 Z- b ?! DThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 g+ g. o" m( J" n. z! g" A8 d( e
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