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' Y) w$ j' o# w' x- c3 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + ^8 Z8 J" S+ e: i# S) ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " W& [# o0 \; W! ?) {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# U* m4 n3 L* f; R9 \1 e6 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: e( D7 t7 V, z0 J- [+ H$ JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) V/ b8 ]3 \$ b( ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
) k" p! i' L: P5 I$ R0 YHow you tried to set them free,
% {3 K, c8 e/ M' e6 H! t4 V, ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " O& ^6 k# K" B. i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; m; I; d% U% L- z4 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 B! \! A4 P# E# X. D0 }, \) ]( ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
X; W. @5 k4 o# v( O" X- }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,
. v8 `$ e' }# r( zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ K+ Z' |+ V( O8 p' N l& FYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : C5 d! l% j; g6 M7 K# ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 E9 O% ~1 `/ N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - x0 V; C) c4 g( U j6 \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: W" f) G+ G* p! JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 r$ f- l5 E" E; l7 i' JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
Z' V& z" i# q3 k% mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 b+ k( ~( [# h1 f4 q
+ Z! B2 p; V- ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 o/ Z# [" S. }1 p4 t
How you suffered for you sanity,0 v# y0 i( W8 [. g* ?
How you tried to set them free, 4 f& U% E3 F6 a3 N# j+ L
They would not listen they're not listening still, , z% w5 w5 {1 q1 z! I
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