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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; W/ X+ o( F$ D+ B/ A% d& M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , G* W: g4 K$ T* B/ T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, b0 e; Y% k5 r M. D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 M& @) x7 @ S2 x- e# S, @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: F+ p o; ^$ F! ?
How you suffered for you sanity, . a9 w' L5 Q& D6 r
How you tried to set them free,
8 o0 H. J9 `9 D, n& g5 [ YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) P/ Y/ o+ W. w e0 h- o. S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( q* U# g2 R# B/ Y( u; f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 ^% S, |8 g; G8 J! j9 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 L& N9 x: K% {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 P$ A0 C% }/ n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 i: F m9 ]- z# B* C( {2 n- wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 i! H! K' t6 `$ y' g; ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + h7 f9 I, M+ w; M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 z# x1 L) b; J5 U* y% J+ Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 h0 I3 i: h0 p) N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ n4 m# F% R$ r8 _ G6 VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) g: h) d' \2 u6 ]0 g8 }& |6 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % V8 G0 i/ k( F; r
" D* n+ ]$ P" e# O! A/ T2 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! \( g; C ]( |7 T" ~
How you suffered for you sanity,8 I+ l5 d! J K9 o# b9 G0 w
How you tried to set them free,
3 B" @ a8 t6 o/ Y! VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 [, g# G0 F+ c+ fPerhaps they never will. |
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