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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 B- P! I" C7 Z l) d0 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! _" `# W6 j9 o+ D, a8 A3 E; ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 P, Y( r9 w: S. o2 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ \5 X$ V f) V5 S2 P0 p" E5 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: Y' E; h4 I5 Z; a3 J( m8 q
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 t% a' a! o0 L7 }; `
How you tried to set them free, ; {- w- P( d; s* f ~# `: B8 Z* ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 }# } s0 P8 Y- u; P0 B0 r( N, j9 c( jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 N; X: G: V& A* Z7 p- o3 {# s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ]6 I' J& b- u2 |& g# I+ E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ ^' A9 a9 G9 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " @- c7 U" b. \, U2 F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 D8 F9 D, T7 q I, Y* j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 S! r+ \- C h# RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 c6 G3 M7 X& x) V8 Q5 G0 K9 g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Q4 G0 e$ w, a7 \" P* K( pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , _& C1 q# W9 o" {+ E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Y% w# L% D1 r) j& Y7 i* iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % o8 { U9 z3 n) I9 T) A9 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - e- P$ e: v0 ?6 }( K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % Z9 F; a7 h) B' {. ]. o
How you suffered for you sanity,6 A! ^1 L* q) t
How you tried to set them free,
$ o; Y1 R. f; {+ ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
# P4 h8 @0 Z& ^( P6 |Perhaps they never will. |
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