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# K) M6 x' W9 A. h6 R3 Y' z5 hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# @: t" z' | NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 R9 a6 R3 F( \0 X+ ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 B$ l) v5 N9 l" u/ _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 Z& L7 O" @/ [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 U( M( K5 N$ F0 N( `! t, _" I
How you suffered for you sanity, ) n' z. |4 N+ c( ]1 R* |3 ]
How you tried to set them free, - P6 q6 B, H/ ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : j9 W+ d! T( T9 h4 x3 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 {9 Y! R- i/ n. d$ B# }6 {. L x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ~: B0 u, C. K+ O2 t; s, L0 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 b$ J4 k" }3 m7 u6 D' z5 i
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, 5 O" m) e4 m" j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + O; Y6 j7 a& [. E' t: J0 G8 E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 |2 T! X0 ]* W8 UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 p. `8 g0 d' K+ N9 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 h- K: D' K) u# [7 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. ?+ L( @& i' ?- WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 u- M3 B+ |7 [, o5 N8 ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' N, u6 W% e$ u: G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 C L3 ?$ V: N# n& i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. i* |5 e2 |/ i) [( Q' H- T* [How you suffered for you sanity,3 Y/ S* a( o" C! _
How you tried to set them free, / {' v8 {6 g! p/ l
They would not listen they're not listening still, / y& p. c# x+ V
Perhaps they never will. |
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