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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 b( E0 m0 j# j& c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : G& }8 @! v& u5 g8 \- S) i4 `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 z# \! l7 V/ \- X9 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & i' j0 t, B- I$ ^, \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 Y9 g' y! [! H1 }1 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
& O6 D6 z' } u( p( hHow you tried to set them free, 2 ~& I( q6 t2 P4 g! T, E$ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! f5 N/ H7 ^% j' H4 j0 L9 s. O3 J" z# HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; S# i+ A, h0 x7 S+ BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" p+ I" o1 H J# r. m1 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 G. |+ W, V+ o, f2 K- v
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,
5 C, f3 y: ?- t3 s+ J. tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - r+ U. R+ O- x; J+ _+ Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 a3 V: z+ |: L e, U7 n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 G7 X+ x% i2 H3 r9 o, z+ e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % U. t0 P+ K. k' c. l/ A h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* N; e8 M& o9 O& VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - X6 ~; K# X% A( G$ b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ]1 `# F, I" P" Z. a5 l/ J; ?1 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 J" G. i) o( L$ y' {* YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - i" h5 P0 U. {' e* v
How you suffered for you sanity,6 o4 u' U5 x# v' z! K' C: j
How you tried to set them free, . |+ U0 K# h4 `; w" g
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 A/ k1 ?& Z8 u$ n5 J7 U2 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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