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2 I) d" {7 f, s3 D4 k4 YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + k; l) N" f# m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " S' r' o* A. `+ L! c5 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 g$ L7 e' b4 _; ]- ^2 TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & `+ ^$ P6 @( C) s" ?' C) O0 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 [' P$ ]! [% m, u8 {How you suffered for you sanity, : ~ s& `# v8 m t+ n, t4 t; S
How you tried to set them free, * q# ~3 ?0 A$ K( m! A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " L6 G0 P' C( _' s7 A7 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 v) a2 e8 o5 V7 H$ n) x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ q9 R6 V, Y- qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 @0 Z% ^! p j4 M: f1 V. LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + u3 s5 w m/ D% a" U: H! m& ~' B* m
$ s6 v) v5 b' tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& A, P( h+ B2 d# JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 u# Y+ t" H& @ O# zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ j0 h" L) T5 t* nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& ]1 f: p! Q' m' P, ?3 y$ OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 ?9 b% a+ s9 E# r. n5 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) t S/ D8 @4 \. V8 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ q- I& W1 a8 v% H# b+ y
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,
9 F9 S/ m {' L0 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 ~' |8 H/ _5 }7 M" b8 E9 MHow you tried to set them free, 9 F, O4 c7 I# V# g
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 `# l0 e; B$ s' l. g+ ^8 ]/ [
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