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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 J$ K$ C8 j, \0 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# K/ z9 j7 l, z; \+ N0 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. Q4 x& N6 }0 A2 P/ Q) ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # m: I! C+ b7 u3 [4 G. Z o j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 a m/ ?) g' I2 J( z( i$ D" |# T
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 }6 v8 O2 D6 @: x) p1 {* j: b% R% W; j
How you tried to set them free, 6 E/ k. Q2 r: i1 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. }, h. x" V" ], v. R4 y- gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) |: U5 D) C- y8 o. d& C$ q, p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 s& u% ~# U( [" V; r; B" E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 J8 k( e. m( f9 g$ D! I! V6 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 M- V: [6 L7 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 W' h& S* `3 k# @1 q2 X8 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, o( t. q9 B7 F2 ~$ _6 b. v$ J3 d
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 D- \$ D* j. V3 m! V* F8 H6 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 e. D3 K3 U! N$ n l T) {' j
* P5 d: _- m! r1 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 o) ], K' E0 E& o0 ?" _' H+ N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 O6 N" }4 U3 Z$ v l% rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& i+ h1 P8 Q6 n" b4 `; c# j5 EThe 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, ; p: e3 j5 c& l% N- f! k) y
How you suffered for you sanity, I* s- v5 L! c/ K: G9 N& x
How you tried to set them free, ! @2 z4 T- g2 o; i; K5 o1 W# G/ G, ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! C. {- i1 B, Q; |Perhaps they never will. |
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