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. m+ v A; N& k) O5 d- lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. Q9 ]5 L5 m$ ~# R( tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' d1 x" l" B# {0 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 {' v- Z. x: [& N% {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; k" h. l) [* }9 F& g7 N/ FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( H% J4 W- F" g8 e; U- J) f: n; J- ]How you suffered for you sanity,
+ y3 {. _9 { O [3 Z! \How you tried to set them free,
. M1 g. H o( Y9 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' E; c$ V: `" @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 i( K- |$ n! G# c+ Y( d( t7 p% YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 g3 F. z& U' J4 x# n8 ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ \1 k! z2 n0 s
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,
- a) q1 h; [6 t1 u; N' s" B6 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% {7 ~) Y7 ?$ i I, JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 f0 O, b# S+ X# A& S& G' o; N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ M7 M/ D3 p; w2 ~7 d" P0 J3 ]- AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % E# Q, S9 s+ I8 F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , G- Z4 y9 j& X% g; p0 f4 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 K: r: n1 G! r. Y5 l8 z j% ^' D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # R, s: Z" B+ E4 M" S) [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; e: d# S0 t' t) i. L* `2 f+ _/ SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 D/ R! K2 d0 m D% U
How you suffered for you sanity,
, a! T+ |; ~: m( KHow you tried to set them free, % a1 j4 `+ N! g. O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
k8 p3 l4 X! |8 cPerhaps they never will. |
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