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$ ]& x. o p$ ~ h" g% \( [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 _# H+ P+ A! L8 u; n, I$ h5 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 u; Q o9 D4 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 E! k# o0 q, \' p0 I4 j! Y* {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # m* u! ?9 }, e4 g5 O. b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 D. X$ R: @# ^5 S- g1 J" m
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 `2 n3 e3 E0 X4 V B3 v! I( N
How you tried to set them free, 5 k% D5 c2 M, y4 t" D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 A. K. X' m2 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
s' q7 K2 C* b; u4 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ @' x& [8 D% W" cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * \) v# d; A! A$ d! g7 c, d! n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 Z4 U+ P+ t. C$ T1 W- E! @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * S2 ~+ h1 H$ w$ b: r# K; j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- b! z; |6 C& f8 b- E# @) NYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ x" t h; k" p% }( W0 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, + g: e5 l( x4 L7 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
G9 n6 x/ C9 T8 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # b8 E4 p2 n4 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! p! O$ l+ l/ H3 _, iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: |2 O5 e% M9 L, j0 \" U& uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 ^/ ]7 y9 \; V
How you suffered for you sanity,6 P, K7 x' h# V4 a% }
How you tried to set them free,
1 j, G* x/ o1 w9 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) r% I% A- |5 M- y) E
Perhaps they never will. |
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