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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& J' B" C- T" X, C9 Q) w" [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * I; g" y8 Q( z* @: O; }( D% N F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 G0 G' ` Q* Y* {4 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 d- n9 V: ]: Y, x; j X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& R1 O3 y2 b, ~9 [% Y
How you suffered for you sanity, + `, k7 o' n! N- Z: j: Q
How you tried to set them free,
}$ k' U. ?' rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; a* ~9 L/ H$ l& S6 F1 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * i+ P, ~/ ]+ m0 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 N. |) ]- q1 `9 \1 N0 [( L6 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 g- ] U! J( UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 e# @. J2 I& j& M& \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* C/ A0 S: M+ `5 c" YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , Q* T7 y% ^8 c3 Z( P
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; a* j2 D5 r; Q7 t) |! e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ g4 r$ s& F2 Q- UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 |1 T- a! w6 j/ a$ U; P: `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
t& y6 O' c4 D3 Y& z) wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# H- J+ h1 n5 R" d& y1 lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) m& S1 R% e/ @- r
. R7 Y% J$ a. J1 l7 p4 S& gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . c! l8 a7 P( T- }1 a4 w
How you suffered for you sanity,$ K2 U3 e( g$ f1 _6 A2 v3 B
How you tried to set them free,
) ?2 p) I. I. g( E- q$ y, r& Q7 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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