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" M5 w' W1 s" ^6 v; u6 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 e% }& t5 Y, n3 I* `1 A, LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ g: ]$ T% e4 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' s# P- s0 \# o$ j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 \; G1 u. t2 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ c( i$ F" }3 y }" s$ A. iHow you suffered for you sanity, H4 y/ J2 j( u* q8 J, Q! m
How you tried to set them free,
% L' U! d! b* l' IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 f1 D2 Z `. T" g6 o- {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 S; t6 ?- R5 K6 W- b* j& S) cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 j0 F9 U2 T, H1 t7 S- NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 w# ^2 u0 a0 v' M: R; L3 J! qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 k2 X& }3 X2 `8 P. I: R3 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 R" i! \ o) \! D7 q* eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; c2 g: s6 ]# i; R& \: X# _7 d3 k UYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 B) R2 _/ A$ E6 b! \: f. c, D0 I- _1 @: ?' oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 w- L5 _0 G, a$ c8 q! S- m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / U. O4 M* T3 n: d! L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 r: F. ?& }0 j3 y( r& Q$ u; VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 r5 Z8 r/ W. ] l0 O' CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 x9 y+ N" D" _( w6 a' MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 `# y# a8 X, K2 _" j: {1 G# {
; A8 ^, [4 K: j6 A( zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) B/ _8 f' x( w" ^( cHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 Y U6 |# D. |, H9 \3 l: R0 l) MHow you tried to set them free, # Y% P7 k$ k& h: u5 K0 O6 o
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' n$ x. Z2 F; {/ y2 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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