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, v5 j: f( H+ v* K6 ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 Y; ?+ }4 W) K6 ?' Q6 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ T1 ~, L% _9 u7 p8 C$ ^+ ^: _5 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ ]& y: Q$ |7 q$ CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 L0 G; K4 W0 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 C/ b& o0 E* W* D* i1 T" dHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ~) x9 u# a: T, d% f- ^) a# X4 jHow you tried to set them free,
$ H. v2 k: U: D% H. f/ r8 ~) CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 ]" Q; t9 A ]$ M$ I! _5 m9 _" @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 u5 a7 D/ |/ V5 C2 I" n- v+ ]9 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 G( g, F+ O; ~8 o$ fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: i& _6 x7 t2 ^6 }- X! e$ `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 C; {, c- v( y9 i& _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 H+ M4 b& |4 m! p' r5 _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( ]' i9 r6 O% g$ v( sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% d' s: [0 m; |: |6 T) w7 rBut I could have told you, Vincent, : d$ n7 [+ P) f* ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + D: e, p7 B1 I9 O( b
- b2 S' o& S9 a! \0 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% _) S4 c1 F% k$ a0 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 g! i! x! l" T8 T, m& C# o& LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 h9 Z6 J" V& \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ o: Z d9 F u( q/ ?0 t! rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 A0 X5 v5 O7 W. p; _* IHow you suffered for you sanity,% x9 j* w$ I0 z& N+ r% L9 g
How you tried to set them free, 7 O( }/ k5 r% @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- P' z$ S# O/ Q6 M9 {3 bPerhaps they never will. |
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