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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # e- D: z& j4 a9 |* s! F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* B" W) i1 H% Z# v' E4 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& Y3 D5 L+ ^* m5 R; `5 R3 _. l7 x8 |* s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 C' P. |2 I* L+ a+ `( r* Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 V7 e5 {) ?; R" i6 I, `- j' b4 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
: o: p! x( ~$ N6 t( ZHow you tried to set them free,
$ d) f, R. i8 ~0 d8 g4 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- G6 o; N W, t3 A! s) q# U- h! wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 m! I5 B0 c7 A/ A- `- b2 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 m0 F# P7 |% e; @8 V# N/ _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# F! X. ?* [3 z- j) Y" l5 w7 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! J' U4 f1 U2 Y" ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / H: c2 j+ x/ x7 K h% k8 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. K! o! N1 o* a: e. k( G' Y& NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- T1 G4 P+ U+ u. ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, p( F% w& u# W2 [. Y) g; x; O- {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. n, h1 Y: w% E EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # ?; G! _- _/ y# Z; [# M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 r; D4 m# D- c* p
The 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,
# Q+ z" e; ^ J; c# y# XHow you suffered for you sanity,6 d8 G7 D7 N+ u3 \! \ o, M
How you tried to set them free,
5 p$ O' O6 |2 E5 |0 L% sThey would not listen they're not listening still, / o. d. @* m7 R/ o4 g
Perhaps they never will. |
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