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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 M4 C7 i1 N% CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 x8 p3 ^$ [* C% Q9 O- lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ k7 v1 R z/ k# V# p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. W0 M8 E5 j+ ^. t6 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ x, ?, x# Y* `0 R& {( d& }
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ b$ Z* X$ P( ]/ t/ `1 lHow you tried to set them free,
2 o) B4 \2 d9 K+ j6 W" {% Z% rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 G% m" t8 c3 {8 a: IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 N! z$ \) I+ jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 e; |+ b' p% d- b" h0 Q- g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 r* N* K% R9 CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , w8 E' Y2 A Y" k& U6 G: [
2 a6 H: o8 t& E; aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 l7 @. W( ]5 L% g; R- c" M% }2 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 L; i3 j) z2 C3 g7 n' N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + R3 L% n! R0 t
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. [7 A) `/ R# Q. B4 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! Q2 h7 c8 \, z# O
! ?7 R/ L; l8 c9 P1 `6 x$ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) R* \/ `% Z$ N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " E: C# G2 }' f6 T! o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! k; o9 K* I$ u3 `. D$ ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* A, P& K$ \3 s7 ^" f3 d" K4 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 r7 p1 ^) Q+ ~' F/ Z' q3 LHow you suffered for you sanity, s ^( a2 r( L* K) |& \" j
How you tried to set them free,
" b* F6 A: D0 h% [& bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. I4 l1 r B0 L. z, a0 o- TPerhaps they never will. |
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