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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 f( V7 o" R9 X& i" A$ tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 g* w- R9 i" d7 z0 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( b! k) d. n8 _+ wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 P. f7 Q& h1 q2 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ a$ N* \% h. }" b# f
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 P8 U; y' F4 O9 X; r" W
How you tried to set them free,
M: L' }" S& Q2 z7 |7 @6 S4 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 g' F4 t9 A$ o( b0 @/ ?% KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ^( _. }7 B4 k$ U6 ?1 R8 A) O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: t. B2 e* F& ~( l; U" G# e; o( l% BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ^; y8 D8 N& F" I4 u: @5 D9 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ V1 U4 I8 ?& ]; xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " A7 G( N3 T, Y* a" H) D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + H& L9 n' Q; g$ Z* ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 ?/ A% p9 ]* c9 T. K* m! tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, p3 n. P7 S6 F& J4 GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & Y7 [ J0 `8 Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ a5 E9 D9 O- c; `8 A$ _6 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% o- z \! x. X, L* F- t7 m+ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% `8 s1 M& F% B- W4 {/ rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ [3 i( I% u# N4 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 \$ E% W$ A. _# H! KHow you suffered for you sanity," b; h4 U% [" H/ ^; r
How you tried to set them free, 1 b( y- A7 n, c0 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& ^. i% s$ R, f7 { m, e. hPerhaps they never will. |
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