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+ m; ]8 N) k& W1 ?: s: G7 v6 WStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ @: _# R8 ?! Z% Z& D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 f F/ |- Q* d6 ]3 p4 w& eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 t- `2 d! X1 c# M9 k* a4 G7 _, K8 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
@8 F0 n0 Z& JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
K6 X; ]4 k) o( xHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 P( t" R( {8 t0 H: L
How you tried to set them free, ; ^& d. O' F- L! s: y, u& c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! b& L3 C; e( D/ e+ t4 e4 l: ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 F* i* T; P) G- u: GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; a+ a* A5 a5 `. VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ e# y3 m9 @) b4 B; V3 U* U5 ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) Z) A, q6 F0 I0 _+ ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: [' ~ J& N* C4 ~; YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
T/ N! M6 s3 M; E1 x$ [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 u2 ]! Y6 L( |4 pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 e1 t- X! X8 { \. hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& L' C/ _! R7 d9 I6 D5 A" C+ ~! B& f3 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , w7 y P( n1 Y# ?# C2 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 b+ _- A6 s, J p; a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , O# b0 l. _4 R7 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 R& [* h, G4 K/ C( t3 q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & y/ X2 V5 I+ O
How you suffered for you sanity,& L; q2 _' Q `& e
How you tried to set them free, 8 A) R( Y \ M8 a+ R) u! z0 p5 x- n
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; p2 o. z0 [3 A3 x1 N8 A1 x
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