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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & E7 d8 b# F9 i8 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + v5 }" i( C- G+ d3 a' a! F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# L' A. V8 C% K3 j0 x6 r6 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 y/ L- T7 r+ W4 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% m4 p& c8 O8 ] ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
! b/ f2 M/ e8 L; T; LHow you tried to set them free,
; w& w- N Y0 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ?$ ~7 S0 r) I5 P. W% y0 z% h2 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 k- v" h) c# }$ R$ u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 ^% U9 C' |4 o, S4 [# T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; B$ x5 Z; Q* e# R# K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 F- b4 G! d* }- `
* Q2 f! Z, L/ I7 B6 l2 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& O! [9 W- u: R f3 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' P9 r5 H0 f0 k. w8 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# J# E! C' f [But I could have told you, Vincent,
, ?1 P) a5 Z% i, T: c+ S5 b2 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % }/ M7 |& I1 g C2 U. K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ U! j& |+ O) O5 J1 a% ]# ]; I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ D' U' ^( ^8 y) mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* X1 L. d- h7 c: G" Z: IThe 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, & L; H0 F+ C% g
How you suffered for you sanity,$ J' \" ~5 |: A7 ^. i, t- K
How you tried to set them free, ; r& F# ^5 b4 U9 U) O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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