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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) T% L" s) p; P+ V v3 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 D- N1 Q8 P4 O2 D7 }5 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 a w5 V2 i, N) S N2 X: U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : e: @ o+ ] _2 W. c' x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# Q; K$ h+ [/ `
How you suffered for you sanity, & l# X6 N6 E) p+ ~+ C0 Q7 M! Z
How you tried to set them free,
1 [7 I! \: g, w6 s3 W9 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- `' _9 c/ W6 \7 R6 Z2 r6 }* sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; b8 x- ?6 f% g& h% _8 z4 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 |/ E7 u* `$ Q% Z) @; pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, U% i0 _8 c2 E9 rWeathered 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,
& G- h L5 v7 X- iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + A. H+ x# q; r* w/ P) L: J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. t: }8 T& ~3 q" y- L; I iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 }) f' ]( w( T' d4 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& g2 m; ], f2 J; M uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& o7 E/ ?' T& ^! R( pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! s/ `" Y+ f" RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : }/ Y4 [' v' L% u0 o/ F0 n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 V( ?, a \: K: E$ r) y
1 s) ^8 Z) ?9 u0 t/ t0 \+ A& TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : u# D+ C$ A, L
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 P8 G2 R& ?; ^: [+ G" s4 qHow you tried to set them free,
5 g: d# L$ B2 g) t9 }) O" _4 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 W6 ^/ n3 w* |6 K$ ]+ xPerhaps they never will. |
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