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0 X# P, k# \8 L6 X# \) K) F& X# uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- ?. A# r* s( A4 c0 E: J$ m- yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! a* n% B) I) H V% r- N; HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, J2 N; e% G) s6 p3 b8 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 S) x) t# e& f7 j( Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: m- W+ O( E$ A/ a+ u/ M2 n
How you suffered for you sanity,
! K/ ~( L; s! I! JHow you tried to set them free,
i! W- e( b* t6 ?- BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ]$ X/ F. V7 o$ d7 t3 e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " |/ R( _( [7 L6 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 i6 k; ^: v% n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 `5 i0 v) Q6 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% ]; y' F$ U$ x5 q. }& y; bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" @* F: v0 s, T8 ?0 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % t. e) a W6 b/ K6 l# L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 `7 E" }) B0 v4 B' r5 |) aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 J4 Z& {; b9 k" p5 [/ V9 y. sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: U+ g7 I) b* W7 g, jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 q7 c9 [2 x; c, b. ^3 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + [0 @& k3 l2 o6 a$ S7 p J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 `1 G* w, U9 C( k) l% T
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ v( E) e. l2 h$ o% l+ ~' DHow you tried to set them free, 4 h% B I" w' n6 J8 A1 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, , y) O2 ^8 c3 Q) U" u
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