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+ y9 n6 u- c+ E; K4 L7 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 D' Z$ {' D& _ x- ^' K# U$ S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! I: A, }6 o2 A) M+ l9 h0 i$ M' DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( C8 Q/ ^' g6 M: @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; C8 Z: D. b3 I6 p7 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* F/ ]' C2 G$ r# k6 Z& }! l8 n3 M7 J$ Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
! B8 {7 Z* M! s# L& sHow you tried to set them free,
/ T1 T) p$ J) xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 [0 O8 G: \8 ]! A) o. [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 [7 \9 M; E; E. s$ Z( T# USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ], i! Y3 d$ Q& X2 y' |2 D. mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; W5 T1 M' P+ t9 t/ HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . T. K! y! o3 P7 c9 r2 u0 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 @8 O4 G6 M; S; v vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 k3 o+ U( f: s. s) i4 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; B# m4 h6 b- Z0 \) Z9 f# F! BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( q1 F# Q P1 _+ JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 f3 N {& V9 H5 W. ~" o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& b2 V9 _9 G" s1 R' ^* B% a7 p2 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 B! M, {' r( f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 |1 i* h- I5 B5 L; sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; Y6 T5 c# j9 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( v' H& B5 T+ O5 c% q6 cHow you suffered for you sanity,9 i* [/ V! x! J$ }5 U( y
How you tried to set them free, % o5 k( K" l! A, L- x8 Z) W7 J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; C# j) H( d& `, J( APerhaps they never will. |
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