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: u2 _7 X, T/ r+ W r: @8 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 D, E) J$ W/ b: sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ }7 W! ]7 s- A, v1 ]" UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 @' G* M* V2 U7 N7 U$ c7 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! ^' d3 R4 K, E- C; q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* I, B! K& J7 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
] j" [- Q9 w: r0 S+ i2 zHow you tried to set them free, 1 a/ \5 U$ o3 g1 w9 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 K o% w, C, N6 B. \5 C7 ^- q, D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% }; `; J, ^4 \1 |. b, [* QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& H/ \1 o/ K5 _" z6 r' nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ^" K/ h% h8 E, q2 M4 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! Q0 D3 }% d y' P2 D7 [$ j# k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : L# Y" M5 u; t& Y* g. B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( a4 |! `. [. ~0 F i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ G, v+ C+ Z' g9 h- rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 y; H/ I* U* u! K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* c% o1 r, v% q9 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; S/ f: p3 \7 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; B ]; E6 ~$ ?9 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / A" e3 G* b8 x% o
1 X [/ p3 n' Q) z' A( x9 DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 S: r( [- j' |* `7 JHow you suffered for you sanity,' t) q( M# t/ z* T+ f0 x
How you tried to set them free, ) c: Z, o6 V# u& |9 P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 j+ a; ]3 L. j3 O7 DPerhaps they never will. |
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