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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & Z% k8 N# b4 }9 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
q+ f! t# g2 `1 h/ P( x7 k2 c/ }/ {7 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 g: c! P/ C) l8 g, JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( w- T3 \ g) d& Z' r0 \* QNow I understand what you tried to say to me," u8 d$ J1 D6 h- e3 \& i
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 Y: @" w% C- W% [7 I- e
How you tried to set them free,
, Q1 N$ z. f& @' a( uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 q' C$ t- I; r' f' A6 z$ LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 c$ e4 v5 g# V. H" G3 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ s- B: }2 H; ^9 h1 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : E0 b2 w2 C; U: ~, n
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, 7 o( E6 M: S- L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! M8 o5 \. U2 K& W/ O6 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- K A, u. u7 G4 y8 rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, ^; e) T! Q; z" h% nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: Q5 O' _& }5 ^6 h+ E# ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ C) f& q* {4 j1 D& u. v4 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 I% ~: k) W3 p; {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , C& @8 }% Y3 S# j4 V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' ?* x/ Z8 {- l- g% W' T1 {& d
How you suffered for you sanity,
. T6 M B. P& ]How you tried to set them free,
8 Z0 w. U% t( }! TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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