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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 s: O' {8 l; n% W/ Z8 n% @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" \# u. L1 ]+ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* E" V: [: k( B- U, S- Z1 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; \; ]& Y1 {0 n- H' O [$ f) T- g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% t# i7 r/ ]0 d) k! U. wHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ I0 Z' k9 O3 z0 L5 v# |, qHow you tried to set them free, 0 ~- z; X- C! G1 c: F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: z, _1 U- m0 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 k; D* L' O+ u: L! a( b# x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% ?; y" z3 L z9 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 k; Z# h" l1 }2 _1 b/ \$ x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) K* @. Y1 _+ l- J% T: p T, w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 }& r5 I T* G- a$ e0 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 A5 L3 @% |' k3 m' |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! ^5 p5 D+ q) `& T" _: f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 T( C! G' [+ t% w' ?) g+ ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . U% o4 A, \: c. W* l& M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 m0 |8 M4 @2 K) m3 H5 ?6 M( M s) b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 O( N+ [1 c1 X9 k$ A( n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 O! O3 p7 W. {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - G3 a) b7 {9 g7 T' K; U1 P F0 T' ]5 |
How you suffered for you sanity,
, `/ @& h& H/ ~* [How you tried to set them free, # A4 m$ ` ?6 r# ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% l0 H6 G/ `! l8 RPerhaps they never will. |
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