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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# i3 R, h6 S3 }9 a( n' ?3 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 y( K! t4 g) C. KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 S# ^+ M. d* o' @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 f' s- \8 `7 X. A A5 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, Y( ?9 s) S0 [9 c8 P1 d
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 f8 M' E u3 I4 ^
How you tried to set them free, * [/ y" K1 F7 o& M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( A+ ~- c2 K5 E% s. E% ~, Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) I) y6 W3 ?' A% z6 Q: ^8 q- @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 C! j8 c. u; v+ H1 n) h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 T2 [# _: l0 z: i' R8 ]8 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, 7 i/ M$ t5 f: e5 ~, d. p, N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 q0 b# z" E1 Q; o, t/ r$ g& j4 |# j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . Q- F& ]' f9 T2 K+ f9 U, M5 R; z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 |) g, ?% P$ u6 e$ O& JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ V( Z! ~3 P- y Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- k u |+ o* C) bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 A* v% {; B# f. s: M/ i5 U6 MThe 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,
( H$ w ^# [: ?4 }/ M$ U3 F \How you suffered for you sanity,+ l6 R: {9 Y$ Z' x
How you tried to set them free,
% Q2 Q6 l$ p, {. qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 L S4 V4 J* t. T# f
Perhaps they never will. |
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