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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ a3 ^! X7 d0 m8 I- S8 C8 kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. A# K5 H4 u5 F& l, M# W7 j1 s5 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 I8 J1 @3 Z ~; u6 `( I% h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ \2 f$ X5 x+ z9 V P) z+ j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 C {# A9 |: |9 Z$ } qHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 [8 V# z* k# m( w9 ^
How you tried to set them free,
1 @# A0 i4 h, H6 d- b# Y9 a. MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% Q' h# z1 r( SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" w, b" J# r3 h) m+ XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 {6 @- r9 F( } h+ qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ g& ^- j# K2 V2 o) h0 c. j0 }9 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 S% k$ O; U p5 M% t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ i, h' y/ W4 b. k8 y, x- h- t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' f- n: ^( q0 B
But I could have told you, Vincent, + g+ F6 [+ p9 U6 e7 I: {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) j8 r" Z. ?* x" S' `6 T
0 y8 I" I3 W& v/ D3 b' a# nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' D. K, \0 D `/ R# R4 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / ?( ^: X% G' n, b, `9 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / o# L$ W; r% h6 |0 V/ B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 T5 k1 Z2 H: n, d" M# hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! U R5 C2 h! U. g
How you suffered for you sanity,
: K) `! S7 h4 a4 CHow you tried to set them free,
% J: M& J( A% w' i- c; V0 m5 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 [' k+ n9 }/ T$ V: wPerhaps they never will. |
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