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% S0 e; X% z% _" ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
]$ v% ^6 l7 @' t: b4 E3 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 z: y( c# h; B2 x8 F& M6 U/ \* `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ g6 R" L; _7 y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - ]" Q* D$ T) Y" A7 O5 ]3 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 d) ^1 u* n% n' E: x( Q+ k: _' r
How you suffered for you sanity,
- C) }: X0 l6 k9 U- XHow you tried to set them free, / D; }; I7 `1 R( l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, {0 v# D( _* L4 d" i7 [6 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! k5 I2 V+ m$ m* b; w. g3 t3 y6 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( T/ U0 O: t5 n) U' |% k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 V0 o' b' n; ]. ?$ R; U+ T' d3 _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, ; V+ m6 Y0 \% d) ?, I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 P9 @! Y! }5 Q6 k% }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ d6 }1 y6 O- d7 o3 U( g% c! q) A9 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 A" O! y7 B/ O- SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. }, m# c( d: C, k) G1 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ r! J# S3 _' oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ Z7 S& ~% O/ |- L7 }9 s: {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 T& E2 Z V" ^ nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% X; A" G+ K2 K! |( a$ c, sHow you suffered for you sanity,3 }, n* B. p& ], o
How you tried to set them free,
7 k3 @8 u- ^! R$ zThey would not listen they're not listening still, % w4 }; n' N% b4 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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