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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / `, }. i9 v$ H2 o/ [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 j) o$ V, _$ e4 B7 y) NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! l' M6 o- ~/ U; ? ^3 p6 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - _3 @& m t+ L" }% p: G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ g0 [! G. t; H5 D) k: PHow you suffered for you sanity,
; `: N* A3 R" G |How you tried to set them free, 2 c- [% v7 F1 L* Y$ r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ]6 J; [4 F0 j" M4 c8 d; `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% ], z% B& V/ W( a YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 J. d, Q6 O5 M9 B' d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) k; S6 I0 f% @% G- K5 F, M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 ~7 l& }) g* y, u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, @4 o, g& f& E% n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 [$ i5 v6 r. Z1 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 l @7 R8 B7 [1 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# f4 Q6 |- \' `/ CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 b+ N- A- p4 T( z1 _1 d, ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ~( v6 B! \, D! h; DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : X0 B( m' T, `, Z5 Y6 n3 z4 s7 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 z/ F' z# N6 u% C: t- b6 r9 G7 JThe 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,
% X( I' q5 c2 FHow you suffered for you sanity,3 `/ ~, B( ~" @
How you tried to set them free,
- D# q- x# R8 U- r' k8 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 k' i; P7 s/ K* |- Z# a9 x3 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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