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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % j0 e, W+ f+ N, Y1 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 w7 ]+ X* O7 Q7 F, @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- U* A1 O( n% DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 W0 J" b" H6 A; J- ^6 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 N% S/ A" T( @- b
How you suffered for you sanity, # a1 d. }# T/ ?! V
How you tried to set them free, 2 b+ @' a4 U* e+ J% ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ W; H2 B% E2 I+ ?6 T: {' t4 c! GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; p; e* E1 {2 g# ~9 V, TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ ]4 L8 _- U2 o9 A# @, M ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 y0 P. }1 L w3 _% wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % f2 {6 v* O8 G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. a9 ~) ~, E7 G# [$ g& H. r6 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 I1 q: ^. ]) T% P, n7 h2 T( \% }+ FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : a l; Z5 z* G! M% H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 u$ u& f0 j9 g& B* N6 `/ G9 r2 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 E) n$ g" G4 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % m l) L6 {! ~. Z/ q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) @& Q$ o; F( i+ O, C: v' U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + z% ?; y% ]0 t$ E5 L- u; E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' y X$ c( N+ o
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 t H4 P8 O2 h$ ^How you tried to set them free,
% y5 l% s9 ], zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 d" D8 x; q4 _# m. g+ j7 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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