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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 T0 i7 _7 z$ l: l/ c# Q, o ?7 b2 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; ~. t5 [5 _; J+ M5 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. X* V! C2 y. F- _! V) I) o% m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ]; R! O; H/ ]. P8 \2 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 R$ J( H* w6 u: K$ G! l$ p bHow you suffered for you sanity, ( J# q2 z& C7 f. H' C! a+ B0 r
How you tried to set them free,
' R2 e$ H Z, ]: w6 F) `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 J7 j: G' b+ P3 m8 R# MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 K7 g( n9 p! I6 W, W: [: D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
l! f0 R/ j6 O. H# {8 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % `: ^" c2 g. a: ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ n5 o4 ]8 \: f! z% VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 a; N) N5 A1 A7 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 B2 }/ B& \. v& s2 @; |3 o4 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 X: k' t, d6 ]/ Y: z( j! o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& j; i% s3 `. X; iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - s; b+ \+ u1 v* w: x* Y; _
( \# e' H1 C3 @5 e3 {; `) ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) S* W" Q, V; B5 R% J0 q: y$ f* C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 d' M# p6 \' f+ |2 i+ ]- C9 DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 B, l+ v# U0 }, d+ n! T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 A4 s0 [- E8 T5 J/ ?/ B
4 b ~( b9 L+ K, A# v. O# CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 Y: V1 B% x8 ?' ~How you suffered for you sanity,: O1 C4 ~. z ~+ @, p; a2 T
How you tried to set them free,
. a2 m U9 j% [# ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 |! O+ S& m# |1 { o: j4 n. G6 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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