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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& n; j2 L* [$ \, Y' A% [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" o9 p& \( F0 B9 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ e3 |" g; i' S+ p4 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, Y7 [3 _5 u# K+ \) p) LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ F! @. L4 g3 Z# O; g0 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
& r* k8 e' ]7 d @. \How you tried to set them free, 8 C4 J% X8 B+ ~0 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( C* E$ w7 W" `; ?/ \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - ]/ B+ ^4 z0 j- X3 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - [2 P4 r! }* J# @* L+ B) t8 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 U+ s1 x% |1 U3 O
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,
, {! h4 a& [% A( vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 f7 t5 b5 U( Q: [+ A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * @" ?* z2 g6 `& i. o9 ^6 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 q' e: w) c3 M$ M+ W& ^% k1 l5 W( f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 f9 X9 v. b9 E$ u. Q! {* k# Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 v0 D4 ]- t# r: ~9 B/ [% X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' j( U5 a2 G4 m2 K9 |9 \3 ?9 q) uThe 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,
x0 A/ M; k6 q* b, RHow you suffered for you sanity,
. ^- V4 X* Y; oHow you tried to set them free,
7 G. Q/ _- X% _; u) g, B1 vThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 V' p: e A( L" Z" {) T$ T( VPerhaps they never will. |
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