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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 A9 C; p4 |! q* M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( H) i2 [& h# n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( I/ Q: l. @+ g: X( C0 X: TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( y9 |: Y) E. Z) o, i) N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" |2 M% |7 F: ]5 Z4 K4 d8 LHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 H; s, Z7 z% [0 q6 f# U# L
How you tried to set them free,
+ A5 e1 t5 ~/ dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' e- c( Y1 O) z; A. V" Z% G: j& g4 {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 h1 X K+ i$ y- c/ }( c, z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ O7 d/ Y& C# P5 B; VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % p' [& s- o/ [) a2 U8 s3 Z. \4 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 H: Y% G, O6 x6 A8 i! a/ Q" c
, D$ j1 c0 e4 T& W, Q3 ?# @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : D; ^# i7 |; g5 l% J. `, c5 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 M/ Y$ d) u5 f! ?/ b/ f" E' X* [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: y6 ?) h- u2 R9 o# I& [3 G( A7 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 k2 }" ^ s9 a1 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 L2 i$ Y! T# a! E' }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 y& n( O. w0 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 J, J) y) Y0 d5 V3 C9 P, rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 S# _% U J n3 J3 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 P: A3 X, @3 G' x
% ?+ K- P; m4 { z4 q& V+ VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + }7 G" k9 q. ?4 M: a8 e; b5 p1 U
How you suffered for you sanity,5 D+ B5 A, o e& n& H
How you tried to set them free, 2 i6 h* g- e2 f' P; |! f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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