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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ d& C0 Y' |: ^$ ]0 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- b" T$ F, x6 |7 J+ p$ _9 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 l" }/ H" I C' H9 ]. N$ DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ F* b' M3 z% q1 ^( I- YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 K/ P$ c5 {& x. Z$ K
How you suffered for you sanity, % H2 { ` V2 V" `
How you tried to set them free, d/ @1 y% w$ m g1 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ s/ T2 Y2 J* e) @# f( NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ O1 m- h6 D7 d4 J0 Y5 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 U9 \0 _* O, Z" C6 c# }! AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 l N: b3 o6 Q: C v$ F. y A# w# U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & `+ r, e5 |9 U/ l5 W; R! Q
$ O) X2 |. O! x/ A% k* w+ P. rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 J: k3 [) K) U2 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- Q; K _ C" P0 }2 {! ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
g: j$ V! {% ]1 }6 U, {, VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 P: s& S! ^" G& i/ j7 B" N/ X1 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, F, [3 I+ o+ k* N3 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ T) @0 s8 R- S: ?* A" V0 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 \0 s7 G" f) V& A* V$ ]The 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, 2 z" p1 C/ @" S! i% Z6 {/ o5 q
How you suffered for you sanity,. p; i/ J& B- P
How you tried to set them free,
# ]) d7 x( F5 dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* Y( U0 ~$ Q& kPerhaps they never will. |
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