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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : n6 s" h3 T; \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - A9 u1 c' D! f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' j- i: n; B$ A ^4 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / ~% ]$ |! M0 u* g6 i9 c2 L) R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# B7 `6 o2 Q% hHow you suffered for you sanity,
' |1 G" m& Y; z6 UHow you tried to set them free,
' P# V. k3 M7 Z3 R1 g4 }& R1 cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( M7 x: z. G: z/ SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* H, d4 I9 l. \6 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 C3 h; ^! [ i8 f R7 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / `; ?+ b8 z1 T# g% m
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,
0 t3 S& {( \+ g' h0 A2 ?* k3 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; w) K4 G' l1 v' j6 X0 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* @& r( K8 M3 Z2 e* ?( q* G M! @But I could have told you, Vincent, & ]# F- C) x. v" h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( \2 a, ~2 F; s! C' p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , Z8 D- z' z0 A0 q; \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; {5 y* ?$ `; X0 N" v$ i% a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) o: g% A4 F6 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 G0 D4 o! t9 ~# w. }3 N2 o0 g' o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 X& F9 U" D! [) A" v- _' B3 d1 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
" [* x5 j- n9 BHow you tried to set them free, % V$ v) C' y' |, h! D# ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ s5 Z; f4 @; A8 K/ R! c7 N2 c- oPerhaps they never will. |
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