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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + G' H4 `; c5 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 s9 t0 t3 e2 ~( ~/ Z7 s% V3 u; kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 s( E5 F7 J; p' W7 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 M, S4 C& u7 ]( ^: I) X; U% ]2 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ Y) }* \2 b' @1 C0 q) ^, {) q
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 ~: x+ K$ E( l7 w+ W5 d
How you tried to set them free,
3 s6 {8 o+ e2 P) V4 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 }9 M5 ]% n, P f q; r& q/ t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 X, x" F/ P2 c7 H- k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) I7 ^$ ^+ F5 v- yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 h+ n. _! a c1 l; }; k6 a( B2 FWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- y2 t* R% l4 |+ |/ ]9 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* p/ v; G1 T! S, fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 g2 G) p4 s- cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" B# f+ p u7 Y: g0 T- HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) [- K4 Q1 k3 r7 m3 f1 s+ ~1 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ ]1 H9 @; C% z L* X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 R& S, U& U% f* W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& D; Z. U/ t! aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! ]4 j. v) c: qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 P/ _8 N6 |' w, v9 H J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) ?3 L& \7 \, k! ZHow you suffered for you sanity,3 B: D) f7 }$ p1 D5 a9 X
How you tried to set them free, 7 k% [0 F( \; P
They would not listen they're not listening still, & ^+ F9 o S$ r! q0 B/ ^$ j; I
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