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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 B6 b/ }* I2 ]( }9 r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ^. Q2 `: |9 ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 D* c; J8 |7 ?9 j5 e, sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 v5 x7 P2 S' `4 s" bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ J& g( ^6 ]3 m3 R7 gHow you suffered for you sanity, + {1 P2 B B/ c, |) k
How you tried to set them free,
+ J$ q1 {0 K. ~- ~/ W1 O" D OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : F- \5 t# s+ r& X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' B% p4 P( V; L/ G+ ^9 _' _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! I$ K# g* z& Q* v2 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - j9 J/ K( d- G+ m Y2 }& D0 k
Weathered 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,
' H$ o9 t# ]4 \' B- WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, [, K3 s& A( @$ m+ f3 P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 y1 E R5 y6 y3 p+ \9 s# ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 Q% O, x7 v* wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 Y* o H3 K; m8 a) V- A5 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 N1 i1 ^! E- T8 R3 S$ D% ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! y) Z! O, @) y0 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 i( ^1 u, [9 d6 U
8 ^3 w9 ]! C9 W) E) XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * E1 `4 |) v: u
How you suffered for you sanity,( x1 q M4 _' l- {6 f, W9 u/ A7 g
How you tried to set them free,
& V, Q: W; k8 fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. @. A/ V# D( k6 YPerhaps they never will. |
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