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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : _ s* r! r! S2 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; G4 W' D/ @4 W" PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, ?2 e) ^6 D1 K6 u+ K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : j/ J0 W& @- d, Z5 @$ k; u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 e+ h/ W- Q$ _. ]% Q$ C8 g& J( E, SHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 l8 ^/ d1 v$ D/ G9 M* Y
How you tried to set them free,
; D1 T5 _4 ^- j. bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! t% W! v, `0 E: o. g4 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 ^ i9 E9 z5 R% ^7 }/ s, |; ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: I" i- v# K! v2 {* K4 XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( B! [( P9 |2 j2 g! z
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, " `% I! ]2 p- y( F' \9 {0 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : L$ f* P$ ~; u7 D; i" _% t4 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ u+ I5 k5 V1 r" EBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 ]) w, C( f$ O' G; B. }1 D$ ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) a) t* O1 N+ ~8 W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 w3 A ]" \( K* c) C5 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) s: e p) P7 m! `4 R$ O7 I* A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 U- s3 G6 T# ?3 E; |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' h7 @0 N) s: Y2 t
, g' ?/ M) f2 T0 I* u9 C% X9 N3 C; uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - u6 C, Q. T: T) i" z
How you suffered for you sanity,6 P3 [: s- ?. A2 m: |; F
How you tried to set them free,
0 Z4 i' o- P/ n- NThey would not listen they're not listening still, % u6 u+ D( t B* Q7 E. T
Perhaps they never will. |
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