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' \5 ^! x* \6 m/ Y0 A. z, tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 Z. N1 P; X0 R# z# aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 e, [5 F5 T9 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 G M6 Z3 Q7 ~+ j$ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . V0 j5 V8 {- O2 [/ Y& F9 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 T6 y3 A1 W Q1 V- ]How you suffered for you sanity, 2 |2 U4 f7 d1 ^ p8 a
How you tried to set them free, 1 N" P) t# g- {% m) F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. P h/ z# c6 ^2 m0 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ u9 U% e6 t2 Q+ e/ _! z: q: Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : L4 A9 h, T. x" _. n3 d; K$ B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& C$ q+ b7 a% x7 ^" O% h* qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 V9 j) [6 {$ s6 a! G% j0 Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% A* W$ j6 }! B R/ W, I# wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 \! ]2 c7 {) {+ Q. |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- U. C3 V9 b% n6 SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# d0 @2 V' N' x5 {3 R" a* N* `; DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 s$ |# Z& K6 L: Y l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% T2 l0 l3 i0 u K* s @& n7 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) }0 w3 N$ ]6 R: ~! {# ?: T0 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 X8 e9 l+ ]+ s% w) s" L9 y' ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: T+ C( A1 ], ^% p9 [4 h1 BHow you suffered for you sanity,! g) |+ W+ W) y$ A# X
How you tried to set them free, 8 T8 F# {0 r3 v( I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 I1 B# C& J1 E, {) O8 HPerhaps they never will. |
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