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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
t |: l; E, w! s0 I2 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 V4 W. t% i& @" bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 n q7 S( N5 O9 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ^- V2 m" Z6 F, Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* F. j: ]. v# |$ nHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 v |- Q* ~7 z' |3 k' ~, o5 z, |5 }How you tried to set them free, ! k' Y2 F* t3 v7 d1 i7 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. g5 u' f" o! ~) J! ?1 s+ XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 Z9 K; i. S7 Y# y9 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + ?6 Z. P8 H& b" F( z7 f: l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 |3 N& X' g, n: i/ b7 k' S: a- TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 \' e* s) r. G
& c2 V1 @1 ~0 q+ gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) w' j) H& t# l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 m t3 u' T1 F1 e/ o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' z# M. S# r; }; S d1 FBut I could have told you, Vincent, : H% i# i" `# g1 Q3 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) b y& [: k( B4 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " c4 X; G$ g: p* G7 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( e ~" c# m) @. bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& s- t4 N3 Q8 h& B. p3 yThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 l% s* |3 @/ m4 R1 f
9 o0 g# Q6 \( g _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 o4 Y9 ]/ ^6 f
How you suffered for you sanity,7 P, B) O# X7 U' p$ l
How you tried to set them free,
% Y" g+ N5 T* n2 |# ^' d: [They would not listen they're not listening still,
' {2 S, X5 y# lPerhaps they never will. |
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