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% i/ d% t" f9 ^; k- qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
J1 D6 I8 @$ g# y. ]0 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 Q0 g! [) }8 x& d% {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 w$ Y! H, S3 d2 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. X0 D; e% z; v. E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 j# d( [0 D1 YHow you suffered for you sanity, $ H& c- u" D( l: F& F( _
How you tried to set them free,
' y8 s- n- k4 l, xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ u$ Z3 [9 R9 w( p- s! {0 _# y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* X* ?0 y# ?) m) Z) S B# P& ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # }. \$ B% M. o1 J4 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! X3 S. B' S+ V7 ^ E0 U/ e' g7 TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 i( R6 N w% J0 i* P9 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 W1 O9 |2 }6 f, L# R& R g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ i4 |' j( L: n6 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 v2 k1 Q/ q' B' N$ nBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' k. k L! T' Z( w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ~; H: d5 h% A1 ^/ G, ] ]* \/ g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : z A% ?/ c7 H6 I- Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ r; H4 |) ]9 l' cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : T) ]5 ~) @+ l0 V5 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 U1 ^- A E( X
How you suffered for you sanity,0 E+ \* g" E. M) V
How you tried to set them free,
( E, l+ l6 d5 O, `5 U+ F- e! l' `They would not listen they're not listening still,
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