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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 b& w8 b. }% }8 s9 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 J T+ v8 ~; {: z; H" \$ CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& j' _' [- j: d2 l* c' r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 G0 U4 O0 L/ Z: M7 F& Y4 |, ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 L% ~: M# e u4 {6 j7 M2 T
How you suffered for you sanity, # K- `* H ^$ T- s* Z. e5 p
How you tried to set them free, 5 c" l9 U/ K3 i q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 q: G9 b# b& L5 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; u1 \6 [: Z- }- o0 V' E, M CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, ?, l& ^4 h1 j, E& h# EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) U3 V% C) |' L9 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, Q" c1 p0 c- \7 D7 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* B% T7 G8 \. p @ fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; V5 ^: D$ K: L% L9 g$ k* J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 I- S+ f0 r8 G9 O% V# S
But I could have told you, Vincent, * t0 ?2 E* r7 g$ g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! f' l+ ?) v' c# D2 q! A, }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + c; [' o- l( t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; A V( l8 u$ Y( p3 y" T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! G! s2 c5 n+ w
, g( {7 e: f3 T) JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * N7 Y# V# z1 V' ]/ d% d
How you suffered for you sanity,0 D2 Y8 u. s, b s Q: X1 H6 h; }
How you tried to set them free,
2 M$ }# k8 [# |- _; ^8 \They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 L! }: C# v; Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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