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, f2 \/ x! c* MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ N: `+ b$ q. \3 g2 Q3 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: z" R* B0 y( w0 m; ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! D9 a) [8 h8 H5 ]' f. C9 _! Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + B; Y) h% u; ^ m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% t: H2 z+ _4 x' l
How you suffered for you sanity,
) D7 N) X0 U/ M& J8 k- s) GHow you tried to set them free,
1 S% e& N1 x1 ?4 A9 O1 l6 D4 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - r$ I. A7 ]) B ]/ X: \7 a3 P {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 D/ L/ D1 C3 m" U8 i7 u3 D! QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # f: d, ]1 v4 T) X& A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ f% [( A( k7 o( j' M0 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ I& O" H7 q, {1 o& c; J
7 e( l8 y3 ~6 `7 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 ~7 u. [1 r: ?! f* u b: z; NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) l: \% z1 q. T% E3 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : q+ a, W w8 I$ S2 c" p
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ W! d, o2 j2 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ~% V. r/ N% ]% v3 o1 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " J7 j$ n6 U& s* T5 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* T8 E# t" t+ `0 m+ \7 wThe 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,
" K* z3 U- w% |' BHow you suffered for you sanity,7 D1 |4 C) H7 {9 U) q& Y5 k* A
How you tried to set them free, 1 X( H8 j' H) I& F1 ?$ Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 Z9 d$ }' O% x1 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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