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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; p6 b7 G; J) x- E2 h( q5 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 a3 k5 t# U: l# r) fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, n" V. W+ u, k m' U7 f- R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 N' u5 d/ f) H2 x5 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. Y0 j+ k/ c& ]1 `1 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 n5 L3 K* V5 b+ r# m% H$ P. [How you tried to set them free, ! c8 N3 z" e+ a- ~5 W3 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ y- `0 ?6 z: U T! G# e% Z) V# XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( g4 L2 ^' a/ D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 r0 O; B6 o2 |7 I: k) U# IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) C5 K k" e. I9 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* P2 `4 U& ~ m! F O- \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 A- V' l9 W) M) h$ L+ ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . ]$ M4 `2 G, l& {6 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ \; ]! y8 @3 ^+ _' IBut I could have told you, Vincent, : o: Q. d9 H% Y. P3 p+ e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " b8 C$ r3 L0 M8 U+ _1 }1 R2 G, ~7 a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 y. @5 k6 h( u- k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 A9 c4 I2 y3 C0 G0 V; r! J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 v. }! X6 k, o6 V7 K: u. @/ eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. U% \5 J ]: O# P" e' w& nHow you suffered for you sanity,
: A! B, ]9 Q% b/ | A% Z3 N- |How you tried to set them free, & C" `1 A# P" S- L' B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 ?9 y/ j0 z% f0 x* `+ K$ ]Perhaps they never will. |
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