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& a6 m4 b# S9 _" d) K( O8 `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 z A6 B& J* w$ Z' V% QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" h B7 `. x9 ]0 \; ^) h( {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- a6 G7 m, x% Z0 r% w* M9 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & z, M/ X& W# H( O4 r# O$ Z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
@1 L7 l- ? W4 NHow you suffered for you sanity, & O, f: n2 J' W C' d3 E: B
How you tried to set them free,
: p* m( i3 P0 L. L9 M0 @# S0 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 e# Q' {1 o+ Q' Z/ u4 v2 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # ?" E! I9 p: z; U# F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
K! T+ N5 l. p6 G8 e2 l3 _8 b/ SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- W+ v* D2 I" ^ g9 k6 |& \" WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 V4 E3 _- \/ k0 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- X( X5 H E, a7 K- kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ^' j2 S6 M$ X$ ~5 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" N9 C/ J& _; Y$ y/ P5 ^6 h4 E; O6 @: YBut I could have told you, Vincent, & F5 L$ d A# A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ f! ~9 I1 c% M/ W6 `3 Q: m. iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* j, {) k! O2 v8 p* K( VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! }% E/ f7 G0 }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# U" H$ c9 k2 HThe 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, 0 ^7 [$ Y$ }; F
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 c! E0 u4 q' h% K3 B4 AHow you tried to set them free,
) K' ?$ K) ~2 f: p! S# Q& m, E6 U( tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* Q7 _ j0 m' |! [8 q) @Perhaps they never will. |
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