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/ R5 Q$ h, ~5 w7 _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ Y0 e- `# M% l0 T: y1 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' A" s+ Z! W9 w8 s2 v- WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ^. u [9 \1 l- j: Q7 tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. c4 I2 Y* K# z6 F. _$ H( _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& J, Y" D' x/ v) Y0 ?+ ]" u
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 M7 l% S) B* N, ]4 M) J
How you tried to set them free, 2 {1 Q0 K% W1 r1 G1 T- G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' m) a; f5 t+ w; gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ \. w* @# v5 Y: V$ ~) F8 _( a- ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
e, R8 Q, T! S1 h- FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! K* |6 M& h. G; e$ Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : H9 V. Y/ z a+ g" J/ P( n. A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' |1 ^3 X [4 y& w0 {' YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ P+ w* }+ R: G: [7 f, l1 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# W/ L$ [2 `. J' ]1 y" GBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) u# q- w. r1 L m" B$ Z3 [: {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( E) { f T$ X0 Z3 g7 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + g) [* g- m8 S! n b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# H9 Z3 o [1 S KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! u! H0 f; s- y: ?; T' qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 B+ ~) @7 |2 @( B* KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( n3 U# f" G: n) z0 t+ F8 _' e& u
How you suffered for you sanity,: ^5 J h2 D+ E' T
How you tried to set them free,
6 I6 ^2 Q+ v9 V+ ]! Z4 x7 J1 F3 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% U1 O1 w# b) NPerhaps they never will. |
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