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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 C! A( \; C4 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ S, o/ a1 H# E4 O8 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 I. S, A8 L" j( d6 q/ G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 \- w; Y) \4 E: P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 Z. e6 T& D. `
How you suffered for you sanity,
& W" a3 @" Z/ R" B0 qHow you tried to set them free, {0 E* {& a7 u+ ]8 G. ]3 G) S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 j/ `! E4 C& hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : Z; i* ~" a* Z, T! @8 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 n0 c* m: C/ Y8 K# J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ i% F* u }* s b, I+ U0 EWeathered 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,
' Y9 y e# W" z# H3 [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ~+ b! E% [+ X: j Q! `You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ E( J* O$ a' k0 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ j4 m* c3 Z- h1 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 T1 u) d5 b9 u. L' r
) v% f! K' M( w' ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 }/ _. j& l9 c6 V8 kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : G( h9 a, ^: I$ y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, \% E5 n* o" c" w1 [/ _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ I- |3 s% ^5 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. ?) `+ B+ l5 b3 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
' j' p; t9 X' q* h/ s' Q5 r% X& zHow you tried to set them free, 3 Q& e" e" u2 W' B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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