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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * s% ^5 B4 C7 o3 l0 f( b1 _2 F' o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; _, B% P B8 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; f1 V8 Z& q0 C f! R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 I( _% W: p: V4 d0 K1 T8 C" gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; l; v |# m( j! c% p& eHow you suffered for you sanity,
; Q2 R+ v$ f) C" e6 u/ _: w/ DHow you tried to set them free,
& g6 }0 h! H/ g3 t2 t0 B; AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 b% T' P2 U1 k* JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " ^7 M, {+ X a- m) L z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % l }& Y8 v1 F! r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + J$ `3 |7 u. ~* F- m$ z, |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 [9 F# b7 z0 X! K; [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 U4 [9 c! X- G/ C7 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! q# w4 x c2 |& T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 |( j$ C- Y: p d4 {( V
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 M0 w5 }0 s9 b; J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! X- y$ I6 Q7 l q$ X& M# g' jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! r; n* E) u ]4 ?% w* H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 m) x# k, v6 |# P: |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. J! X/ f, N; S% j! T+ k" FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) d: ?( h; A5 V: J8 J* K
How you suffered for you sanity,$ [' B$ }1 p) S" ^6 u H! e
How you tried to set them free,
) s' |* K2 Z3 g$ t. _They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 z+ R. r8 Z# W+ G R0 wPerhaps they never will. |
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