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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) W P7 Q! O2 O2 F. z* l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; p7 S- O8 e) o4 t) U, t5 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- F+ d* w+ s; q U/ tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 J* D0 {( }- o' i% ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 `0 A' D: W! L7 R/ V, y, N
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 _7 F, u' }) c$ \! j8 k
How you tried to set them free,
8 M2 q: h$ x/ YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# ^; a! U- |7 N7 D& y& k$ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 Z2 @# U$ @7 ~6 P2 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % ^1 H8 ~: j! N; `. [; V) `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" ` n, `0 ~* S6 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; G; i, x6 {3 M5 h0 \+ m- M2 _/ S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& k3 M% c( m/ X3 M, }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 V* }: q" X0 h6 L6 o$ m0 ]You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' N% E: v3 `1 X1 c$ A1 {But I could have told you, Vincent, ! h: Z2 T5 G; j( b. R( g0 o) z E# {5 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 w# \+ _$ }9 D$ S6 \7 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" N2 F) m) v+ Y s5 G+ g. tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' \% g$ E* S* i5 h. B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( d6 J! m0 `) b' j1 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 V* K. N" j: ]) r8 T1 ?+ K/ `, iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, F# x4 W0 v3 L2 D$ W+ _' IHow you suffered for you sanity,% g# F% |" i$ M5 u' o
How you tried to set them free,
7 P2 `" I' ?; e# d5 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 I1 Z* K! z( a6 j; @* yPerhaps they never will. |
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