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7 M# `0 w, ^$ b1 r! ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 x6 O- S) f7 U( fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# _2 z" _3 z, w4 c# g7 [, rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 I) l0 v9 `6 c6 `7 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# k3 A* V# b4 m2 U# JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# G9 H1 y( ^) {1 v" j; i$ I& g2 y. ?) W0 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
; V( P. x4 y( w& w# i9 {9 V- JHow you tried to set them free,
# s1 R# c O2 m6 s1 m/ E1 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 d5 E. w6 ^7 r% FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% d, x: ], C. V1 {. \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) e0 v: E0 P9 ?" ~. e. l nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * U! }8 y1 Q: I( Z9 x, M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# a3 c5 ?+ W6 |/ w& b6 H GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! R: @8 U* T: [& X) b4 t$ A8 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 q' |. }( z" G( n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 a# f6 s5 B, N
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) L/ b( z/ o/ g# K7 {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% E, m4 v7 l! X$ {* g9 @" uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 _$ r2 [+ H0 p+ D/ x: G/ `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& b& Z: W7 B, Q1 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * z* ]& [( g8 Z8 g v1 D5 F8 M
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. M+ U5 Y, NHow you suffered for you sanity,
& h/ E4 u6 u0 s- y. f4 @7 VHow you tried to set them free, / ?( d; x# c0 w* i0 D+ G+ `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 k6 g4 F3 k6 i+ X$ f: TPerhaps they never will. |
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