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# t m+ y5 g; S# Q/ b& H3 AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, X, I- c) `+ C5 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 }6 E8 l8 n; k2 {- A+ K( LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 ?9 W# A* O, K5 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 w' z! f; ^: g+ O& X7 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 I6 _+ K9 h6 n: }, KHow you suffered for you sanity,
& S1 W( J. A& [/ m6 q$ gHow you tried to set them free, 6 f/ L z/ C' B3 x7 F* s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# x1 @" n" H9 j4 m2 a. @. i& ]$ aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; `' _4 l2 `5 D2 F: lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 U1 d) l# Z+ }# r" G8 ]& g$ R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" U( J! ?0 v& v# ^9 B0 `9 f( pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 C& q- _4 t0 c
6 _, q" u& d* Y _ t' rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: ] I- U* v8 L+ }; Y; _- n& b$ _( EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* K- \: m* s8 i- Z; f/ z% {4 V8 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' V/ R9 x7 `9 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" ]' `! s/ T/ P4 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . K+ N1 Q* U8 _8 |2 w3 {$ d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 x. V* g6 a& o7 a7 |& ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 X t& V# A, D @1 i ^( V2 Q* A9 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / P( ~. F* K' }4 t- N6 _! j b$ ?: T" q4 P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 ?/ [! O( ~& K( p S2 dHow you suffered for you sanity,1 I, O* E& d2 ^1 n/ H
How you tried to set them free,
2 ]6 F- Z! g: a0 {They would not listen they're not listening still,
! V! @) | Y; ]: z$ VPerhaps they never will. |
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