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# P r. r% W1 K7 \( ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 t2 \ ~+ Q8 V( F4 `* l4 D# c( L0 z( oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: u) c4 O8 e7 l- {7 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," b( p. A9 d9 y/ \( M% ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% n7 Y3 x" ^& ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! k, z8 E9 t8 _7 q, W. Z1 @How you suffered for you sanity,
9 R$ N" l" E, m8 f( v0 ^How you tried to set them free,
/ ?7 w' h5 U' K4 Y5 Y7 \% U( i; IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 J4 B: A% m4 i5 q8 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 [2 P M& r6 N& h2 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" o I9 R) V, @8 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 q! Y( ?1 P& P0 F( B% y1 qWeathered 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, $ ^7 h0 _; x# H+ J! _" H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ N( c3 y( o: Q/ ^% K6 W3 { }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 B+ c1 T( F" W2 R" S% u: R! d$ mBut I could have told you, Vincent, : e. i% n0 c- C: M: x5 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! C- g0 N/ q" o3 T4 L5 }1 ^% l4 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- C1 {: ^. q2 ~7 Z( CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% T* |5 i; j! eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 w, o( E/ ~0 x8 R& F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' V0 z; ~1 M) o, q) q1 P) wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 H6 A1 F o0 L9 Q# sHow you suffered for you sanity,7 x/ B+ [, v0 _: z
How you tried to set them free,
4 F1 Y+ z) ^1 V6 j8 Z, hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ G4 q2 ?# z* H" FPerhaps they never will. |
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