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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " r8 s3 M7 [. v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # I6 I/ T+ @1 A4 A9 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ~) R6 u9 L4 J0 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* Z/ Y* ~8 j s* L9 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* W7 F! j E% Z1 B4 S+ Z- ]: p# K
How you suffered for you sanity,
m$ l2 e& n( B2 L, W7 [2 fHow you tried to set them free, & Z+ R) O. a& C. q( F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 Y- B6 m+ P k/ H4 n! xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 p! G! ^9 Z7 x6 H9 t4 U' P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ W" Q! X$ y7 Y7 l) a. ?7 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , V6 q8 m$ w( T# V
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,
; C0 K s5 b# Y2 ^3 e& {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" ?: M. k$ k* F* X9 T! LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ a' l2 {. j3 ?+ _# L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 R& S/ ~; T5 `& a o X( [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 K# P3 ]3 H, ^, T/ {9 `
: |4 B `# ^5 B4 ?2 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& }7 ~5 E( ?$ Q) y) wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 D3 P* X+ b, E+ t! D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ r1 O# D0 M- S. SThe 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. G+ ]( f2 j* X# AHow you suffered for you sanity,
s7 g. D# U5 N( l3 rHow you tried to set them free, / G' @. E7 l0 | h+ S1 `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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