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4 u$ w5 ?7 W: P+ b6 ~/ F9 R3 wStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- G9 ^$ l `( `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' t3 A; _) e2 \3 n0 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( m7 v: `- j2 p- Y8 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& D5 K0 U& s* h7 M9 i4 x: f0 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& o9 `. i: {3 F5 u- Y; T7 J3 A+ O
How you suffered for you sanity, - H5 I+ N# E& \% h7 n/ B5 o
How you tried to set them free, % Y' _) C7 f U% e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: ?* _, ]; D2 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; D. }6 L$ F8 C5 R: p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% r- i; _/ y5 W% ?* I# a& sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - l6 ?0 F5 N" u2 `5 w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 {! F- H- D. g8 C8 j0 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% `# N) E0 F( p$ p6 Y- j! YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' t# l9 t& ~7 j9 U" ]( H" kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) J" ^& i- O! _- J! i V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ G0 u8 I) g5 [' k% g6 U( sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 a( F$ h6 w5 w3 `: ~2 C3 HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# b( G; [' h& x$ I, s# JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 C7 [9 d2 V) ~5 G9 C+ HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) F! P! O% m8 s0 A4 Y1 T8 [& l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- ^& _& [7 m$ M# j: s" U$ r$ K( RHow you suffered for you sanity,
, U2 T: f+ \! OHow you tried to set them free, 3 ~) t$ ?: {. ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, , B- B: C _( {: k9 T, C
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