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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ K" d- O+ _7 D- u4 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 w- x5 a6 G! p6 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# t7 t7 n* ?4 C, k' V1 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' H- h% N$ ]% r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( D/ S' y) C) ~1 p6 {6 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ g/ W! D# @- l* @, U1 HHow you tried to set them free, & F' D4 w3 u9 w' T! W' m8 d
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# j5 [7 C* T" M3 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 b* H, ? N; Q/ x G7 G: `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ I- Y" s: j. s! V, K# @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , x% H# q$ \* v6 b b0 H' I
Weathered 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,
' D2 N$ s/ d }! cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 ^+ I8 [1 [5 L6 E6 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ^5 l, s" }# Z* d/ ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 ]0 c u+ r: N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 V4 A7 Z" v1 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 s2 I3 L4 s$ }9 i5 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 H4 k3 e/ @) M6 O$ r6 g& f2 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * f5 Z5 l2 M" I+ P' j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # j3 L( [: ]( s, V$ c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 j0 v" _6 t4 x. o$ h3 a0 a ^! {
How you suffered for you sanity,
# D9 D* `" b9 H- V3 N* J9 t/ CHow you tried to set them free, . u/ b9 N* n7 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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