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/ q& b+ F, t8 F, T8 L5 K. \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' [9 o, `& a. e4 _& H4 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 B5 A+ p: c; C5 g' K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: F, l: g" V$ V) ?* v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' V$ R: @8 ?2 D t8 r1 k' e zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; m2 d- e. `4 K; C7 v( V6 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 s* X! k4 T! s3 d, HHow you tried to set them free,
* O3 ^4 O, W9 [9 ~ ]& u+ LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) K1 Q3 X" [ k6 a7 k0 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& _5 x$ J) U0 e0 @) jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 i! Z9 z& K% ?5 w9 G. j. X D6 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) M) p' X7 F1 T$ W% o) CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 `5 a9 X( w" O( `) N! u0 h0 m
- O! l4 ]+ o, X2 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. d8 V/ W) q2 e- {! SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 K- w6 {0 x8 K5 F0 @You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 m& W, a! @ |6 _9 f1 J6 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, * y. x- ?! Z0 ?% j+ @/ j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, I. X: u9 w+ u/ PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ g# l+ x* a. R. TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & J1 a% e1 L/ m' R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 n- r4 |6 I) w( W3 J9 z3 n/ ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ A" Y, G( a8 g0 W5 h8 \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( i M W8 Q2 J: \! w* xHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ S6 B1 _. d7 V* V0 ^9 z7 z+ p0 yHow you tried to set them free, ! _! G C- Q& ^7 P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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