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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' h( I/ W6 q6 s2 A3 w( oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 U( t+ |+ k5 B/ C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 c7 e% b( Q# I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 E4 v8 q- Q# B# \/ M6 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ L+ }. ? _0 p- ^0 d* P
How you suffered for you sanity, $ |% n; b, A$ S. t: S
How you tried to set them free, + |/ b# }: F6 j% v9 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % w( p x0 `! K5 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 `; k7 y# z6 x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: x, E! ~% N6 M& U0 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( T2 c2 M" i( [3 V5 n0 E4 R2 F9 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 q8 P j& ~5 ~/ d" q; H! w% [
, Y# K5 G b$ b2 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ V2 w" T1 Z, n3 l5 {' {1 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & x; E: p W3 L' [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. b3 O% ]% a! |But I could have told you, Vincent, ) |/ h- Q! _3 s$ q' q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + A2 g" q, L9 s4 O7 y3 C# g; b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' k4 G7 [) z2 D% TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' A, |5 J% k% b1 G, YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 N; m& _: \& ] J# U/ BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 L d) u; d( ?1 Z( u! \8 V! u
How you suffered for you sanity,6 |5 j( l! L' |1 g2 Y( r
How you tried to set them free,
( n( b0 }! Z& H$ E z% KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 q( p' `1 K5 M S$ d+ w& u+ J( H
Perhaps they never will. |
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