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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & L9 F4 d6 R9 ~* e/ h% S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 C2 }$ M7 R- g4 D/ S7 N' ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 [! q3 S1 o/ i: a; c1 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 w. v. x! X' z+ P6 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 H$ f) g7 F# c2 g# R3 j8 oHow you suffered for you sanity, ' X% s4 A* _0 h
How you tried to set them free,
) {! w1 I" ~" B% _7 L' gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: [, z H2 R6 X. i. NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 f2 v. ^, [# qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 |4 Y: Y6 ?4 i2 @* IColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; b, q* P) {& T8 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " c7 a' _; z/ i4 `
* R$ o' P" @+ M" `6 C& PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 P* R0 o, C3 y0 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- U' C% _" S/ b9 {$ b/ GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 F, N0 b# z; ?5 r) L) B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" c9 O& M6 s5 |- E+ a" \1 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - V+ _* L2 t& l- B/ \/ W' d+ K- w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 h3 q ?% r+ P* ?6 N/ t$ j+ S8 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. \2 W; g( [5 M- \, kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - @0 z2 S& i2 e& F- ~; Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& e- b$ b# S2 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' G- b! Q- @, H3 G
How you suffered for you sanity, R9 ^ |* A$ Z9 F! H
How you tried to set them free,
# T* r/ A1 k4 g& H- j# ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
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