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* {% [3 l- \/ s$ @) x: U4 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: M1 a: D. G/ @! E6 I- KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' R7 l5 `9 l7 E& s0 a1 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 @8 M X- m% @: w1 Y7 u! V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 e7 B$ p& W! q4 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: I8 @$ H* `0 h, I% v
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 B3 H* H/ T9 h; B
How you tried to set them free, 8 ?4 _: P9 F6 G9 q3 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% @5 h2 [3 R- ?. C; F1 j9 r* n7 \6 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / J4 V1 R9 P8 ^: a. g1 }/ ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 b+ H6 d7 ?* K: k0 s, QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " U6 t9 C5 A; A: Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- K0 t; J, Q6 i& tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 @# d; u3 k- \, Q9 o: K) YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' K0 }& x n1 w4 x/ T9 c! FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 e1 d8 |8 z% B8 C8 E4 o* _But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 k8 }4 ~6 J/ Q2 x; hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( X4 G4 I8 f- ~% G* T! X+ |4 c# t, MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 W' J1 P6 a# f& g' _; V) r: o+ O( h" `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 e! Q- _4 ^$ O8 X. m7 }. O5 D7 f- rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- c4 g* h# O0 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 D% j' D/ x; O1 _How you suffered for you sanity,
1 p% ^4 m# M) ^5 y0 O1 }2 b! e6 ~How you tried to set them free,
3 j9 |7 D0 b$ R8 N" x; AThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 S9 C9 \9 R+ y3 A" a% |9 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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