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P" y0 H4 u% b1 `5 x/ m5 z! g2 [* WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ V/ C, `8 I: J+ q3 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% r9 \) w5 l% S( H1 s W6 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 ?9 K3 F% ]8 B$ H5 y3 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 \/ W [9 I$ X; {' l) h6 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, h2 z- X8 E: c+ ^How you suffered for you sanity,
$ }8 o# ]2 x7 N, ]2 h2 ^; A; cHow you tried to set them free,
# j3 c% g0 v& E3 E0 ]4 T/ f+ DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) H% H- W1 e6 q% ^* S* f+ jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 Z% I8 `: _7 O( pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ N) U5 W- Z% J# d8 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: t4 B6 r! u- P1 A1 x' wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + M- v; W0 m! E, j3 R; E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ^! z" N: P. j/ S4 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( T. ^2 j) m! b2 e! |3 k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - w3 U% R/ s1 ]' ]- }
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' J% W, e& x1 k2 t* Q R1 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' o6 G+ b! n' n# }* m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 u H" `0 U' U+ YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 w' U" Z6 Q- s5 d% Z- ?$ Y3 | F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 m1 N2 \ R2 W4 ~3 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, W/ Z& R9 Z: J W8 d% z# ]3 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " o1 V2 ^" h& x/ K
How you suffered for you sanity," O5 K4 c4 i4 T
How you tried to set them free, + l ]! k( ]$ Z O# x2 G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" L. C8 o' K; x! x; LPerhaps they never will. |
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