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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* Z6 H4 b/ p. GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 b+ E+ P/ _2 f9 f# XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 t% g8 L2 [- W" {5 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- t) a$ x1 {) I9 o9 C+ ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me," }8 f8 ^- e: I$ ~6 Y
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 |1 S; }. R) h A' i% B7 c
How you tried to set them free, 7 \$ I! k+ M! E! d6 r- y. |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 _& y7 U& s* m3 o8 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : v2 v0 \' t2 R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , d2 w. ]. {; i( z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 |+ C2 j9 o( b" X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 }* C: h# K" v* B% h1 B9 h# k: m
4 ^8 @2 H( N% Y' Y6 i, v% MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 u" _$ P5 N/ `) Q; S& @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * [: d% f7 \- _+ e* m0 P5 {' I0 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ U% z8 U9 Y( m* z4 OBut I could have told you, Vincent, " C- U. K$ o) @$ ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" V: P" I+ o* `8 ]2 S& S& CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( J" E" D. k- O3 r4 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) n! F& y3 X. eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : O/ G7 |( b9 n5 S- E9 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. v% w" Q$ l+ S' l+ v/ I; Z, B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 E/ z. @( ], i7 `2 L, \9 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 u; H& K$ k9 d$ S9 |1 KHow you tried to set them free,
( ~- g0 J5 K% S$ @: @" i2 cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ Q8 S& j1 [, A5 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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