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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( H- q( V! f/ I7 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 V$ J, A; T% x$ n" zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
Y2 V! }3 j. L( bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, ?7 Q1 B/ q8 k* y! T$ R8 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,( o/ v i6 g% f+ C+ K
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 F" F7 a7 L7 r7 r8 PHow you tried to set them free, 9 P+ E$ l/ @; _% P. N- l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, h4 Y1 t' t' x) b) u# oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' z {: A0 r K. v; U6 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & q3 @4 z! Z. N1 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( m' Q8 I' s5 h) d7 D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , c2 K& U" I; m/ g. H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: }$ K* y9 r- ~( p: fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " \; g, b( ?7 X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 P; ~' k) O. C8 o5 r8 P$ [6 HBut I could have told you, Vincent, - B/ |" J& \/ r2 p6 \( d+ O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' P' V$ A1 s ~: J, I
" f. v8 r1 T Z; }3 K) @$ c/ uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
[8 m# Y5 U! b+ s( bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / R8 \" Q, {- w* m1 |' Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 {, I% Y4 c3 s" h2 B( a# r6 J
The 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,
: L) U/ H9 z, ~ P2 T$ ]How you suffered for you sanity,9 n" }: S/ _: P. p- q
How you tried to set them free, / n- P! r, c/ p8 Q! F+ s9 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) r) @, j8 Z1 {) k
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