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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 p* h. g& s- A( `! D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, }$ s! s+ g" _7 i7 U7 f3 `$ ^; zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 I( Y" D( x! ]; V* P: HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) X5 v! _4 Z- D, aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; E9 b5 K( V/ @4 {5 n9 {' H
How you suffered for you sanity, ! v3 v& K1 S& Q: w5 N6 |1 a2 J7 M8 v
How you tried to set them free, 8 j% L7 ]1 _4 { u% ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % |8 f5 i, _! F+ x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 F8 x& f' L0 _- L9 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! j- C; @: j7 g; ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, }$ {% W/ M4 `3 }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . Y( ]- h8 K9 ? J! m9 z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 t; ?* K$ a7 ]4 jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * |! X9 L' X0 B7 B+ C& t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + }$ E! W. \" n6 z( }0 K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Z$ [# \1 W' L2 e1 T0 q5 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / q$ V8 ~: S3 V: e. h2 }1 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 \' Z0 O, |# ~5 J q5 CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 _2 m! ]9 R+ J; g ?) a1 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) Q7 A( ^, {; o" R% k) l1 GThe 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, / S( t$ o' E9 p4 [8 p" S2 o$ D
How you suffered for you sanity,) ^/ i8 m* K$ n* |* K, H$ b
How you tried to set them free, / ~- J7 q+ U& N" C; B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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