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' c) g' P2 a5 H1 z" z1 N+ ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' C0 B+ V) v: p" h/ NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( A' ~: J/ F2 l0 k3 D. S, {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ t. W% @! Z7 q5 v8 n4 G! ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 l& B( J. p( K" QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ s. V# J( k- g* ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 Z" @) h( u5 T4 aHow you tried to set them free, 7 S% u9 W9 P5 K f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ^9 z7 D4 k: }& `1 m, `3 e7 o& d! aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) Z/ [4 W1 }0 l' P& l- qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 |& i8 F; j8 Q' aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# x4 N5 k' A/ r) |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 q; k" _8 ], o' B- X0 ~0 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 l$ u- P" w& }: LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 O& Q2 F( e0 E6 a# t* T7 a/ [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 O7 N A+ p3 e/ @1 I5 C; L* U( h- q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; u6 r0 q7 N- [) Z; H0 O$ IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % _) A! @$ d/ T7 `0 k3 b2 ^7 s) X% T& W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " q1 ?5 _& W0 J. o) g7 n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 F. R/ ?* s6 f- M, k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : x$ Y0 l$ r5 ?' w1 X8 E
7 ] O4 d5 N2 R' t4 N: v9 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ ]: `+ F4 C+ c2 w9 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 f% [) J7 X0 F. f0 `: ~( rHow you tried to set them free, " j& \+ Q. {7 k) Z9 Z7 @# |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 s6 I4 E* R4 bPerhaps they never will. |
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