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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 C+ z, h1 J9 z6 e7 @2 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' \: ]1 e6 B6 A7 }: i2 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; Q% V( `5 ]; O6 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 i: Q6 k; c5 I8 P W' T- g3 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ U4 U8 D; \% K% u5 [4 ~* d) oHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 s: p6 g6 G- q8 g, [# b
How you tried to set them free, 4 I0 n; v. g" H& r" G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & O- L4 l. p ^3 j: F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# L' F8 k: c) |2 K4 y9 @( `* nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ Z( a! ?& `" p8 ?$ v) jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; `; E @$ ~2 `# w, }1 @, ^Weathered 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, . Y) H# ^1 _3 d' G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: O# @" w# l" k" R* b9 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ]8 p& d; K2 n' D4 ~3 n; a
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" `/ F, D' |$ K k I# J: f( R: G0 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ]2 i& x4 d0 W# A! I5 V6 [% {
+ l4 ] Q, E# M6 S9 J: u2 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( e4 i; V& V8 P4 E1 j9 }$ g; s4 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: o7 t6 D3 X# f' F+ b8 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % ^3 t( e& R: n: X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; s* E8 y9 C8 R7 T8 IHow you suffered for you sanity,: R; h6 e0 { n9 r
How you tried to set them free,
3 s# `9 d+ p9 B& ^9 B* tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 d: Y/ I% ^1 t$ L W# V. n, n) TPerhaps they never will. |
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