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. {0 `5 q: L- VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 l, t4 e6 S1 o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 b! c0 a2 u" n& M3 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 L$ L8 K0 r! k: h( eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ^5 {2 [. Z3 d8 B: b. PNow I understand what you tried to say to me, O; |- `7 x6 ]; k* `' h+ c' b7 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
! H( d) F1 d/ p% n9 X: ]5 l% SHow you tried to set them free,
/ c. I+ B+ I0 Z) J/ ?4 W; T) yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 {* L* ?8 b. KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; O% q' O1 V, ~7 q; X- L G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 Z( j M8 @) b) t# TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * L* |" ?0 C& U$ R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 Z& v* s; F3 p6 c
8 V5 E/ M' }. iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
Z3 t/ l- B y# NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 C% l. p/ @& @/ r, u$ N, D/ r9 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 i; [( l8 F7 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# J4 T1 k# L4 K0 d3 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* E& K0 z1 M9 F6 N$ _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 J1 x7 |7 g' g( h+ h3 g/ zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% U$ j6 w0 @* w% KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " I7 d- o4 B/ m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ g9 d$ ~6 ?8 l0 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! J6 o7 E, [ _* ]: H
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ x* Q4 a. T8 c; ]How you tried to set them free,
0 l1 }) X) Q& R+ g( d: KThey would not listen they're not listening still, % r8 `3 B$ q6 ~ S! e' u8 `' g" o3 b
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