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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 T/ ~8 v5 N, T3 x/ c; c E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 r5 s$ U( x; gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( V. M5 [6 \; G: M( \4 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ f3 y% j' D; @# j0 v( O: w4 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 v, M8 k, B w R- XHow you suffered for you sanity, * n G" a, m" u: `3 ~
How you tried to set them free,
7 c6 U' d9 h- \0 e* [/ RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 S9 t. N& G; _# m7 ] |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, v) j2 ]4 F3 _, N, N3 m T& oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' ] k' Y6 |) n* DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : U& f' i# Z- Q& D, k, N+ q! Y* F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) Z/ t! H! q" @. j v6 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: e4 z% x# @! ~+ GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. s" V( a. s$ ^! XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . J' H- {, \& k% M7 j& k8 W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. j5 }. t) R' R6 T7 h' m0 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 R3 j$ n2 R3 {
' ^; F; w6 R) H3 t o% SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& D% p" B5 k4 G9 T4 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 \" O/ X9 h( M4 G/ H. F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ P5 d# R0 ?5 q" V: O: o# l' @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ I* h$ Q5 o6 q K1 `# T$ w KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 R' W9 O, ?8 a+ ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ D2 ~" U* [% ~" UHow you tried to set them free, ! I3 F9 y. e! u/ B1 P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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