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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 [5 s6 a3 l3 G) D% g3 G; ]8 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 i+ T1 p7 u! w' O8 NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ F2 i& z7 U, }4 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 J) K( w6 r+ A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 g' A. i' D& N5 Q7 KHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 y4 y- U; b" G0 [ z
How you tried to set them free,
& c( s0 Z0 } x5 q6 b+ i! f; [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 }7 z5 H' P8 b) x8 X5 u( q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ Z- @5 c6 \ H! R$ l5 c* \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - d- Y# \. M' L$ Q5 p) i! R' h+ r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ D2 C* X) \$ v$ b/ J$ i9 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * V; ~) _ r* ^( c4 Z* d# h1 u
% S( g0 I% H& N5 O( aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ v( E6 y: v' a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* k6 e U/ C* D- z9 N* ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 n3 n p- h6 P3 X+ J* W3 F3 lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 x1 z5 r% b3 P, \4 n2 q! p/ W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 |3 B- H# b z+ H |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + C7 L# f1 s$ s( \5 I5 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 p [6 t# J* T* `8 }" v$ l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! |+ V/ y# U- ]% E
1 F, Q9 F5 ?; X6 J! O8 x0 s5 ^% YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / ^2 x, M) a0 A
How you suffered for you sanity,1 Y" ?" }* F2 Z+ X8 T+ Y# d* h
How you tried to set them free,
1 t5 z0 {* W) Z+ ~) p( a( j& b/ `They would not listen they're not listening still,
( J7 `& q) B3 S* I) d3 oPerhaps they never will. |
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