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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( h5 w+ C c5 K5 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ k/ F# k) B) k1 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 B, B. @$ Z$ f. R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , p$ b+ u1 I1 ^0 d5 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; k3 e# P9 [( i! a* y; }( eHow you suffered for you sanity, * C% V; w4 i; v: T) ~+ \
How you tried to set them free, + k" M% x! O. ] C0 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 `0 B7 |* A# x" f$ @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; X" H. y8 d. t; F# F* ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: n! n' H# C. k8 I) K& d2 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" E. K- {0 G0 T2 `) dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # B: B" G& C5 |, [1 G
# T5 i* m E' l2 K: xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ F8 L( [5 h- E0 V, p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 \7 b8 I5 z# f! A4 {% |0 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# A1 j1 Y; y8 Z5 b* }' E' W" S) V7 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
% N1 K2 d' L$ tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' ~# G7 [- O9 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, k* B7 X" d/ w, H3 L+ ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( R9 h% \$ M; |% ?. F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" c" \4 [$ t' P+ }3 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 p. y5 T4 O( L# }+ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
}! V5 m7 [ I; X/ `How you suffered for you sanity,- @' y" b" N$ F8 @: P) }- J6 h" l
How you tried to set them free,
% G4 J1 A4 Z* y) fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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