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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ p) A7 x6 z; B5 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 h, v U- j$ s% l$ VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% z) E4 O+ x: r# L) f% ?5 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ?8 `7 D' ?5 `/ v1 f s5 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 G2 o6 @( K4 ?% A# E/ f
How you suffered for you sanity, & K1 t* B) Z5 S0 T+ c- N2 T X' \# S
How you tried to set them free, 6 m1 u3 @/ P9 @& T* @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ z$ u. c- t% z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 R- @& v% H* {4 |* B- z5 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# _7 ~. Z. J9 C: wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; g% U2 }8 F' uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. R {3 |1 w$ n! j) Z, p4 `
$ P; m$ ]6 L# BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
?" @, Q5 `6 U8 c2 n7 G* H* RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 u& `" D( m9 d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. B4 R0 x: l! @But I could have told you, Vincent, $ r; `% G& u0 X) O# F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 L8 ^, B4 V8 q9 [* O/ q) [+ i
- ?$ H$ K- z( D* ^& |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & C( i- Q; a% g8 k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . H- A6 ]5 n0 ^7 u* O5 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & C$ D5 Q. A9 w0 A( q* N8 K
The 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,
! b( {, ?+ m# ~. T ^! kHow you suffered for you sanity,
, y' E) h% o8 `1 F3 x( d5 AHow you tried to set them free,
2 ~9 s$ i9 S, v2 D% M- VThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ G5 F) x! S! _, Y0 x7 v
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