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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) W6 Z% P! y" e4 j0 n" }; L$ SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% y- k4 R7 J) j, GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ F3 V( v2 L5 ^, u; P3 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * F& d$ S- m# d" q8 r8 O+ y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ^* d, F7 N+ T! x- y+ c- jHow you suffered for you sanity, + B; x; c% O9 U+ r' `6 B S; _
How you tried to set them free,
( C- X* q+ E- B5 `0 p# L/ vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- K- c# o3 J/ T* G3 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 e" ~ E$ ~, z% Y7 q SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 f- p4 W; k$ j7 d) w. u, V7 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # Z% P; a4 i) c9 U: @2 ^ ?: T- B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # \. `, w: p( v/ ]
( V9 e# V( T+ H$ O; [' k0 T! UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 W1 k3 e, V- a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 R+ C7 r! a- P0 w5 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 B8 |2 x( W' v' z& z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ r& B: z: P; _6 t$ S6 D7 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # ~( B) z3 S0 ^$ p/ d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 U! T0 e" e3 l; i5 |( ?1 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( ]3 J8 n1 f$ U- `+ c9 @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' s, y0 ^/ d' p3 Q( T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 n) f1 y# c# ]: BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , s% S$ F4 X6 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 S( q6 k0 B* B7 c! a8 K; n! nHow you tried to set them free, : |2 f; T# n) u# l; O. u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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