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# [+ |* \. ?: t% f3 B6 [, `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 E: N- `% k1 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& x1 B* |- C. g1 K; W/ V. m* NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" w9 x6 M! c, S5 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- X, L$ E! z) K. g( }+ k! uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 l' u/ _: H6 r, t5 X3 y) l
How you suffered for you sanity, ; \( c; Q6 G5 H; l' {
How you tried to set them free,
z9 Z, ~1 ^, hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 u8 u) `, N2 t8 k" f- M8 X; Z. H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / \% ]" y0 u. l. j7 V" R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 a9 A1 |1 E$ h- G; h+ B$ ?% KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ W2 v+ s; l3 ]& P I1 t2 b& ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # ^1 ?, c3 F" C2 g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 q' {: ~ \. Q1 _; M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ q: }2 n: P7 kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 G* x ?7 k7 k; {But I could have told you, Vincent,
: }: t4 t: b9 Z& ?7 D0 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " m# d/ D. g* n* ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! j3 y& P% `6 p1 R3 J1 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 D) {6 W: R2 S) D* f2 z- lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 U) E. |; w; h( o9 T; q& ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 L5 J7 j8 E. o- gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& G) X% ]$ R2 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ Z _; K: q t& {& DHow you tried to set them free,
9 |6 M) W( D: U1 S0 Y, ^; k* iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ `2 o) O* `. Y' I$ {8 w- \Perhaps they never will. |
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