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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 E& N. P4 o" \& z5 ^, CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 @8 D9 }) C3 b0 |% a8 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 J/ A' `5 A! f4 a7 e# E$ W# h* W/ s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 C, ^- Y% I9 j4 t$ W3 ?' \% VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ W6 n; ^% y+ E4 \7 C
How you suffered for you sanity, ' e& A0 ?7 z2 }4 K
How you tried to set them free, : O$ Y$ I9 \( t4 Y5 ~7 c5 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( O. }/ H$ i, O) a' h% c. ^, ]( B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- i) L4 {9 {9 v3 q7 YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* z% \ b! X* G* X( U! U" ^+ ~! ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
|1 q4 c6 ~6 n) S- K2 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 ~) q1 t4 V3 k1 q4 D: r3 ]9 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, Q1 B* f) v& N$ XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; I2 P% c7 J, R4 J$ K% k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 b( Y7 s& L7 ]0 u+ [% v8 F9 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 F' f! E4 t+ t. e7 k) b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" K% t1 z5 B, D+ _! H7 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 @5 R% K# M4 y: e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ^% T/ o$ f8 A$ _
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,
/ |8 v9 {6 s O1 R" X7 r8 K1 \How you suffered for you sanity,& a9 T" {5 u4 p& y6 E- @ O; Y
How you tried to set them free,
, |# S6 z1 W, J3 R# ?, n8 U) ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
: x: u4 U2 y* c" VPerhaps they never will. |
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