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/ ~3 W, U; N7 K6 u$ ~! l$ K: TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 s' s- e) I& I: g3 zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 p; d; I# E& O* T/ M% f/ pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 l# i' a: a: ?. O U: _3 l: DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. y5 l- Y, _) D; s$ Y, S; BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- e5 Y" [( n( \How you suffered for you sanity, # ^9 F1 g3 n" a7 \0 G6 q6 C
How you tried to set them free,
2 c% x/ y) m+ IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 `( }4 S# C# V! _" {/ x- {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 Z5 [# ?4 _1 v" j+ v9 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. P7 _. o( R9 H9 c+ MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# [$ e0 {+ h' b& y+ q( }( X8 mWeathered 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 _; K+ g9 C. s* r4 b8 c! [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 e! Z+ P, ^: ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, & ]2 @9 ]" m' ?) J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 J( v- v( n5 m" b- n8 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% p- L6 e3 t$ a4 D, N- @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ U; ?* H# w/ L4 t1 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& I& g) y- r! [1 f6 L8 F7 L8 w4 h' ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' o; M+ j7 @: J0 C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# f7 M8 u" w* ]. P" i1 h0 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 F* B& U4 e0 f9 Y! V8 C! cHow you suffered for you sanity,$ N7 E- o7 V0 f4 |) i3 f
How you tried to set them free, ' @5 c! N8 { Y, `: J! I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( o! b8 ]) L! F$ W/ d5 a4 l* cPerhaps they never will. |
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