Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and ,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the ,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen .



Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your ,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,
They did not know .
Perhaps they'll listen now.



Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly ,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing ,
Morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving .



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For they could not love you,
But still your love was .
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often .
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as .



Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty ,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world
And can't .
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody ,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.



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