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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 L% p. j6 R3 i' W" Y8 L4 u' ]9 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. R/ I: G4 W' m& X' v& PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 @! n* L1 a" PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % r% J' a2 _3 f$ N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 C/ y1 t+ ]2 [
How you suffered for you sanity, $ a4 c1 |) g/ g
How you tried to set them free,
" Z# @4 b% p% c; z, QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. [7 B3 @- D$ R2 O: `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . A2 G8 S$ P: F' Q" I6 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' s+ `/ |" t. ?5 j2 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 @3 T) I# u' N- [: DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 a5 h" T4 u j c1 W) `$ [0 i! _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 D: t5 @4 l2 W: e2 G0 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' d L/ U4 \ V4 p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 e6 C* F% T2 j1 z3 aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 M4 Z( m5 D9 N/ f( r$ x& t& zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 }6 G6 B& M/ @' I$ y1 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . ^2 M G8 D3 k7 {7 b$ r t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 g+ ~. w3 h2 N: ~4 a. wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 O) j( ?+ j; F4 [! v' I7 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . z; M4 X, K$ z& ^$ c( P2 M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 G4 z' k% l; ?9 r- D* j
How you suffered for you sanity,; j6 p; `1 m5 z, ]" G% j6 a
How you tried to set them free, % d- }0 D: @0 d' u/ b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 l/ f7 }9 ^6 d7 m, D
Perhaps they never will. |
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