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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 @& `+ k# [# d$ fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& h$ i/ A B9 [7 |! Q9 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ Z' f3 {5 b# u- H/ MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( M! G* V* }0 h* z; a5 e: |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- R! U4 s/ E* w* O7 s
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 i. a) X3 Z1 C1 D/ h
How you tried to set them free, 3 Z' a4 T) M; `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; L" W! o7 L2 v6 o$ s2 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 r8 e& A) \/ w ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( q; y l7 _& ^( ]- U7 `: |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ }$ G: O7 p7 i+ i5 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / A! S* N4 q# }" L7 m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 C9 I% r: B2 D/ C% M% Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 E/ c9 P+ c7 s t# y4 P3 }. `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- l! e' d3 Y' T O3 \. e) fBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 e7 J7 P/ J- B' d) w7 U G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- p5 {) ]# r; B$ R8 ?* w& B0 c/ hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 B. _& }% z- {- k! H ]# R7 r5 g L/ JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / N0 J: i) C( K- t* K$ X. W& i+ q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. t8 a+ G$ z& `4 o6 V
% P; g _9 v9 \( r2 l" iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + Z. b3 y9 q( y% J( A) B( O
How you suffered for you sanity,2 p( x& Q" d: i7 T& \# w! a. P8 ^
How you tried to set them free,
# o% M0 D% w; Q4 S6 J5 I* dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" r o+ N5 A$ o& i' _$ EPerhaps they never will. |
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