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H* [5 l. p9 O& x4 g3 V( nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) }/ K& ^& y& l. U: }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / g1 g% O( F E5 o& S/ g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 h% B2 y1 B7 T5 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% r& |. X$ } r( Y4 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! M9 ?' w5 }( X5 J% i# w
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 S# Y8 g5 |/ I
How you tried to set them free,
" ?4 K1 T9 j8 n% i, EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : b# h. D+ Q d5 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 t1 t1 g% _2 l4 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / | x4 n) S* C( h( j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 Y6 M6 |2 H- ^6 ]6 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# C G: C* _, J8 t4 z) S4 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 Y6 W+ ^' F# Z3 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 l- w- L0 F/ w3 [6 G' z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* B6 a! j# `7 R+ y. D7 [ YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ ^( R9 K) `! w- g' kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : X2 s5 m+ `! z7 [+ W; r$ E
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( N" j6 X2 w" Z6 V0 Y% v/ M0 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 s2 b" Y2 b# y' v! H: }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 O9 l3 X' m! a4 U+ {0 |- [% iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 ^- N% ]8 k4 k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: i5 f+ L' R0 `: q6 k' eHow you suffered for you sanity,, l- c0 E9 {5 b) G) D# I
How you tried to set them free, % I' }& {" {0 D! m2 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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