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# R0 j6 t6 D) d! e' ?6 b' aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# e$ Q7 s Q1 P% o; m( i$ BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 R& I8 \# r& T& L' @4 i+ VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," M8 J0 u- ~- O# J9 J* }7 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* Y. J8 \+ W/ `8 Z: F( KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 a( n6 w5 C. H# M& f9 W
How you suffered for you sanity, & l: ?' r8 T' u" ^' d+ c8 `! K. K" W* S( a
How you tried to set them free, - c( v X+ A- w; ?7 S8 v# n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; o& m) X9 l" Q( n/ S5 v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 n1 A) x6 _" ^% V6 ^ y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' `$ ?+ r: T; H9 z% O+ qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' U! N0 _# }" p6 C. U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " ^% j4 [5 p. C2 A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # x2 s1 Y' z2 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 o8 w: y% Y$ |& r! t5 P. [; OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ z. R" q9 O% q# Y8 [2 C+ mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 D9 d C" M: J. d- r/ P* uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . i% k! a- [3 E6 O6 {$ c
0 A4 I) C5 C5 D; H! uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! g C ?0 ]5 h! C# L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! M- Z+ G7 M9 P& a& S7 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ]+ g( x, z+ Y
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,
2 ^& S+ m5 K0 m* {& d& QHow you suffered for you sanity,- L4 \# J# |& a( N9 U, g
How you tried to set them free,
8 X( @: R% a2 I) R' VThey would not listen they're not listening still, . J8 c5 u) e& ~5 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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