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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 l7 j8 j1 o- w3 `2 p! R+ R4 \# J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% U; l2 i5 ~1 b! PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, i8 ^+ R+ Z2 Z9 U9 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( Z* [/ o0 T9 E5 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' i2 M9 ^! [5 K- N" ]How you suffered for you sanity, 6 e5 ~! d0 P0 [1 p
How you tried to set them free,
2 K4 x# p# s3 ]$ v$ H6 DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) ]2 @9 l5 V) r6 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ v' d* O2 s* ?2 B" I' T0 a iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ X$ _9 ^5 s0 h* Y: rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 u* R( q, |5 @- ?, G) E4 ZWeathered 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( [* x. M& s+ O, P# JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 [, o0 w4 m# W! w- C* I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + n4 m" f; U7 Q8 f5 h1 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 {' P8 |$ e4 ^' U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! @) d: Z, ]4 Y4 R. o( _7 J/ c
- B, n4 X/ o- q: PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- F5 k0 f& B% a$ T9 f2 S& PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' J6 R* ~! \0 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : G: ~$ Y2 A2 \# d8 n- h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 K7 h+ A8 c- a: K' q w5 V7 |$ w* F
! G) k0 q8 ?: Y( I& O/ s6 D' WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : S6 t3 H V9 F$ l) y# r( y6 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,9 e+ z" k' g4 |5 S- g
How you tried to set them free, - U# I$ f# i8 m+ _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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