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3 l; q' @, F# T+ r6 q; C; aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 R" Z0 ?2 n5 n2 V4 K5 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 ^+ l0 A$ s7 E% [$ { l& @& V- {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 c0 E- `# `8 P: fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 `4 m7 }+ b+ N5 T. V5 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 c8 @2 V4 A8 ^" }
How you suffered for you sanity, z" d$ [- h+ [1 A/ p. c: \% h+ A! u
How you tried to set them free,
) w2 w# A( Q( r: ]4 B; t! l5 K6 ?) Y0 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * B+ E% z) t$ L( A# Q0 O. k( S. _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 k1 w7 w$ }& [* Q2 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 J! h ]8 J$ B6 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 \( \2 o6 w/ ~" ^( |' T. pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & R3 R7 Q/ |# V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 D* a, D% \3 ^1 X* a+ lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 h2 Q" M5 m1 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" g) p/ i4 l* u7 n' }. ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, " ^' Z n9 \+ H/ z$ o9 ]$ n0 N4 Y0 X9 m* z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ]. l+ b& f3 R9 t8 j4 z, C0 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # `. r. b# ?3 l" L$ C* ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% f W& v* h8 p* ]0 E4 L: ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& m! s5 G; c. z; }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 q: l0 {7 O8 H3 n A8 T2 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" b5 T. A/ j/ X* x6 k% pHow you suffered for you sanity,/ B0 v, \% z5 ?* |
How you tried to set them free,
" s/ j0 z, v2 }They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 Q# W2 w4 a' q% X9 D
Perhaps they never will. |
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