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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 i8 Y1 A* U$ a3 {1 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 L v! e9 x. t# x" `' W, gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 r/ q+ E/ G9 G% [' _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ o% v( {& f/ _& T: ^2 w b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! V, v/ E: K: i7 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 E, Y Q" s9 h- x$ KHow you tried to set them free, : B3 T2 `" p- i7 e3 ?2 y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + |. Y. {1 }5 n" D: W0 y1 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: r2 a$ \$ ^" {) E+ o1 } `+ }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 o$ ?+ [- ^! o. N2 f; {( \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : C; ]5 ^2 R$ x4 [( W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , H- B. J5 A4 z
4 X8 W) x' T7 K7 ~6 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 t1 X4 n% w3 {, T) S. O) z# R+ d# i; U& QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 G# z! o" k9 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , c5 S: k& z; [2 [" t9 ]9 @! x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 t$ m4 t$ }, P" ~! OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 o& j" F8 N( }. AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, [: M7 G* d: D* o! wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, @# t* h0 K! U9 ~; \1 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 k- J& t1 N* F* G% e; x
How you suffered for you sanity,: M/ C0 @8 m8 Y( y, ^* W$ d" n+ ^
How you tried to set them free, / W8 `( K& k, u2 Q& f7 _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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