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* h5 t3 `) e+ W; {4 L6 S/ E2 b, j/ DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) X6 C0 V6 \" F- {7 q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ X+ a, M: f [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: I# y L4 j0 |9 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 [) h' _9 O: g" W2 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ {9 M9 \: S& p; Z% F8 T ?' {How you suffered for you sanity, ) Q; C! U5 k3 f( \9 b
How you tried to set them free,
" l. I6 V4 w: r: g& V9 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ?6 Q3 I1 r8 v% ` ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ]+ D9 q/ t: a8 m7 ~) D: E) qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* G; u& ~9 `3 }) AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 j/ l# j, r$ Z! P, O4 r) y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; X( i% R6 h4 N* t4 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 t! T9 a' w8 Y' n" J) z$ z: A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . M$ ^1 ?; G5 e. \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" Z @; B% {- D# }But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 c* y& [: v+ b) o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) ]* H# J; T( f4 C' r$ _8 M! ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 z3 A, {+ c x% }& }$ M! U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' l) w' R- b3 J! T/ NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 V9 [5 M( O! C: UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 }& ]. q2 H1 \8 C' z! r
How you suffered for you sanity,
# o; q) H% X) C: pHow you tried to set them free,
; P8 X" Z5 _( ]1 f2 v1 n7 pThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 S7 S4 r+ D- R0 {* w( K) b7 A
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