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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 l B ^( g) p8 R3 E! h9 u, o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) N" s% i D3 e% BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 ~- y# o- J6 D6 J) [ |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 s# g+ j: t8 t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; }7 k% |4 V7 i% ] E2 O, nHow you suffered for you sanity,
. j+ U. {" \" V# [& N' o1 ZHow you tried to set them free,
( j% U# p; l. D7 j. A& O. uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 a; W# N! X! O- r& V# A! ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; [& _+ {1 q: Y5 [/ |& `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 \+ b, B9 h l2 E/ b6 dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 ]( ` \4 E# I8 e5 M
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, - R6 ~* q% m* x/ S, x. p% x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " N# m( h3 @+ i( k7 }8 P4 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* g, Z9 v& e/ |9 M+ L, CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 E$ N( h7 M% X0 P5 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . f$ H( Y3 F( O) Q0 b5 a0 i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . O. y+ E1 N) z; T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 x, l& \4 x, d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 m! d4 b% Y0 \6 }* F; g- i* QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 }& p# [/ W/ @) T W8 O1 f: y. eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; X( r0 x; k6 w+ D. r4 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 l" o( o7 |1 THow you tried to set them free,
+ ?9 }" @, q, h( W/ A$ fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 u1 o7 \( X. v/ z$ `0 m* ^0 UPerhaps they never will. |
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