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$ x) T8 e/ }$ K) zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 u$ a& X/ {1 M7 A! n( ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% X5 X E: e, ]+ hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 }0 i; Z% {2 y% H0 A0 H1 h, JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 i; M" f4 x! q# ?2 l) S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 U4 r* h1 X/ x; I. O6 c% Y" z
How you suffered for you sanity, & |- w( c( \- v9 k, L
How you tried to set them free,
! Q$ @' t# Y2 V" i+ \ {* y* l; sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: c- W! S x5 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; M \, C& a9 j( L9 K1 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( P; B' q C) R; y/ p% S3 G4 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 Y% |5 U' t" M2 J( f' `& f* SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 ^0 [! u. Y: ^
5 Q9 j; D& q3 B2 A1 \3 |9 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ J F, \7 G' Z+ ?- K5 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
\ k: H4 G$ Y9 ~3 F' OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- e7 g3 @! N' g5 X$ \But I could have told you, Vincent, $ r$ |* E5 ?) Q# ^ _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 ^! a1 T' `$ M/ g# E8 ^& jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ L8 A. ~3 v, U# n5 [( _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' A* B. \; r T6 N7 L ~* Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ G/ { b L% TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: W2 N' }. }, dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + B" u5 D" R B2 ?% f) K2 t
How you suffered for you sanity,; B7 A6 b; o" v" k
How you tried to set them free,
, g4 v8 I+ x4 g" q* N& ~1 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% D& Q5 G7 U" _0 |Perhaps they never will. |
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