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/ D- E) x: u. a' _: t8 ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 |$ w- u- m% L, u- M, nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - I3 Y( q* |- d* f/ I' w/ O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, R$ ` R2 n/ p8 n9 U( L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 C% J: ]+ I, E( `Now I understand what you tried to say to me," C7 y1 [: Z+ B* f$ G5 P) |2 ?, V
How you suffered for you sanity, ! D" ]. y2 l! S" z0 ?; J
How you tried to set them free, ! a; ^: O# X# G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 @9 {& H/ E8 Q' p# V8 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. U) P9 i) X9 S& v: [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ w! w1 z3 H0 d) s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : R. ]- s6 o' n$ J- ~& H- V
Weathered 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,
) @' E4 Y* @( `) m7 c7 A1 T8 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 s. F$ k7 A5 |You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 I3 w! O2 ^; s5 W2 L. @( B0 t
But I could have told you, Vincent, : \2 d/ ]0 C1 V) m# `9 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. [8 _. h+ E1 l0 O3 S( s B' x! y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( j9 n q" y5 r! R KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 I8 v% a. b9 V# i( \9 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 [4 M; n5 q6 r8 V3 I# G D
The 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, & x v( A1 f2 V% `: b
How you suffered for you sanity,
. K5 y, }4 p! Q0 A; SHow you tried to set them free, 0 X! c/ s; f1 w* F E- [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
; Y; w6 |- |/ s, d) n2 h! u+ r0 ePerhaps they never will. |
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