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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 x# @$ I% L" A% lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % b1 M# F" u* k: t( @' X1 `. @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 {. l5 U e! Y( W6 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 e/ K3 ~+ e# ?% DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. [: h) E6 d- z+ S& q- }& N6 ~How you suffered for you sanity, , @+ w# N" Z+ R- Q; E- }
How you tried to set them free, F3 q+ _; k6 |# d) z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ Z# h x& ^2 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 m8 e: Z9 e+ l; L* s+ FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 T1 I7 j5 P$ Z( j5 Q2 F) Z/ M* aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + g, I9 y0 X) b% ^! H' T5 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 M4 T" v0 F4 W/ `( o
, F% f) B+ @9 `% |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 l1 N. @! y5 c! e, e& M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 R. K, y5 l3 K# } F3 S# M7 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ f* ^- _# v& w2 s& K" e N* WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; J- I% u5 U; }) j* j" i7 X) FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. j P7 l+ n- j7 S: [5 Z
$ _1 H3 P, j7 ]. mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% ~1 l3 D: f) O; s9 Z3 G" jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 a8 l( s5 t# I) G" \ y, f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! I# X' R, v3 L" b7 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : P2 W! q( A( @
4 R1 x1 \0 L2 k( z% P/ iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 n) q; }3 z' S# f$ x
How you suffered for you sanity,
- m, D* E" s0 S4 e6 c8 dHow you tried to set them free, & M& i0 \" s- I/ L# a2 H; |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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