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. @8 ^5 d- r. b6 t# Y9 D+ LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ N6 T+ N. ~% n* U+ qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) E7 u" _# r* Y5 ^. YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 v6 A: Q; H% d+ ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 z O8 f5 r8 E9 z5 s- Z2 P5 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, |; S' G" n+ W7 d' \2 e& `. r
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 T! b1 Z' W" t* M( g9 K7 b2 C: A4 e
How you tried to set them free, & T* I. [# a: ]1 L- G& q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! d& k4 J& E& Z7 Q7 n# l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; W7 X3 r5 D/ oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. y* |. b/ b% D( X. mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 ?8 a G; b9 K5 n/ j2 ZWeathered 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,
+ p; y; ?' W+ ^9 G `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" I: d8 v& @$ {1 S* {" NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # H$ `) }* Q2 u% w, Z" f9 O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& K9 T* M0 t; s" N4 i. gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 l0 \+ B% d. G$ p* xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 b, V3 [6 T( n+ }( l, y7 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : Z/ r, I0 x6 S1 [- n2 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + b/ r4 e! d" K/ d* f5 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + Q$ M3 _/ h8 K. l: a
& J0 _ a& k# I% D2 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: r% l- i' _( B" _8 S, s- bHow you suffered for you sanity,$ F5 s3 t5 k8 O/ \
How you tried to set them free, 3 e& l! h8 b J( _ S
They would not listen they're not listening still, / U. |; A5 o$ V& k
Perhaps they never will. |
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