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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 V4 D- F; L- v" h9 a0 O" l) pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ J# ^/ ^" G3 M$ d/ o2 F- v; r/ UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' h3 |! j6 w$ F/ Z6 r5 P4 H. rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# i6 [1 E( A( E/ V1 P: Y+ W+ pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ]0 O2 I. L' F' [2 e8 ` yHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 e+ x* `8 J: t$ k. R
How you tried to set them free,
+ O2 V0 o! _5 L; V4 b! lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 t6 c1 q# G5 e8 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; s/ E2 k6 m3 A3 T- dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ {. M2 c H0 c; u' YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 p: E" b, f" q4 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 W o* U7 w; o
$ w, z6 O0 u aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & c' [0 c# Q" l# @4 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ~: V. z6 B: A m, u9 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) b& |$ q# Z3 f5 x) O" k1 hBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( G4 Q* h j+ N5 D/ \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 a" {( W0 t. n u/ `9 x$ P VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( v, W: |. L; w% x d D4 O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / E c* H4 }; Z5 ?$ g, k2 m, N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# K3 ~8 l& N/ ?: {4 e: GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' i) O' R) O; e( N3 S8 R: VHow you suffered for you sanity,
# k. _6 k+ y+ k4 bHow you tried to set them free, ( P V' o1 v- C$ e: M2 W- z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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