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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
y7 B# _ Q) G7 N, p; ^' WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! ]) _: D5 W% E2 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ I( |, F5 q* R. KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # u5 f# A" I6 R" p) w/ D3 m. g4 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: `2 ~: M. [+ ^How you suffered for you sanity, ; t5 Z' R( x$ A3 Q$ t3 `
How you tried to set them free,
1 z/ T8 L7 F+ h1 jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 a3 H5 q' n* ]) R1 i7 T& Y: Y7 L3 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 B2 m3 J% z# |) Z; r6 M/ Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 ~6 e* [# i. ]- \1 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , h5 b% W% P K- F: p% C5 K2 k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 c5 ^. _# M* h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, a- _: w# @2 e2 c4 ^, k. m8 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' v" ]2 G) g8 U$ B' X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 S* {2 J% X! A+ U& FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 e/ P' R. A/ H! q# {) h/ b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( L9 U$ j5 t! L9 i; x: [$ qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % U6 a, @6 ?6 R k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! Z1 X+ Y7 S$ {* [$ {3 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 H/ ?" {, l" x5 R: l( E) N- `2 iHow you suffered for you sanity,8 `7 d# Q# X( v) q% S/ G
How you tried to set them free,
# {( \# K/ d: ]5 X% IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 Y( n4 n4 `4 j# X( RPerhaps they never will. |
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