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% [3 N5 F) [* f1 g' H6 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 k7 u7 P- G5 T; CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; N) `! _; {3 D5 p1 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; K$ J$ Z4 U+ ^( \/ T- K! n+ |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + l) i, z, Y4 R7 b+ m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 X- m! X) I# [How you suffered for you sanity,
9 j( _+ C7 R3 q6 C2 OHow you tried to set them free,
r3 m; E- |2 }8 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , E; ]) I; k, ^5 l/ ?- ^! M$ d4 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 C# t) D0 [1 [% `4 U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 `# a4 j' `+ `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( G* [5 P I) @* K! Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 p! j: [' i( W, j2 e, E6 @5 R
- ?) y' d$ ?0 U6 Q3 p2 EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# |; U( {7 n1 U% U; D2 S" rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 \ Z: G8 h# F3 U3 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
P! E2 J1 u8 L% W$ F; q6 r! k" LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 J8 ?$ J; ~) U5 \8 m- j; pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 f5 B- ]% Q. t! |* yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / z$ ~# A% x6 L2 R/ ?. @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( k8 s5 e8 q" F9 Y+ l2 ]8 ]& {9 H
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,
+ ]' ?( D; c. PHow you suffered for you sanity,* u2 r5 T c3 t2 H( N; M$ |
How you tried to set them free,
% O, f! f5 {4 |; PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# F' B) |& l. q+ q3 pPerhaps they never will. |
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