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+ q6 v0 R t$ m3 k' g9 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 e. F; M7 |! o; X s i6 O7 U+ d- S2 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + G% |1 A& O7 e7 X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 Y3 W) U# j! Y8 K7 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & e7 H* j' B5 Q$ M* W3 g9 h. ?8 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ {9 ^5 |2 T5 t9 e& V% }
How you suffered for you sanity, + X, m8 Y8 U1 r
How you tried to set them free, : V/ A2 `- L5 a# o1 X2 x5 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; y% {) R: D( Q7 r0 o# N) PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; c, F: k( V9 }' ]5 e" _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 a% T v+ H3 | M5 J& ]! j% h0 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. U" M) D9 E3 W( a& c9 w5 _2 SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 F$ x* `, q% |" LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 L ]! S' U- W5 Y2 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) m) X/ X+ ?8 t/ A1 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! `, T+ ]. A& }0 G
But I could have told you, Vincent, . U# [" S" \8 E( O4 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 b" m$ Z8 w! q' ?! j0 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% K2 s2 b% S. wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 H5 b8 y0 z9 Y, |( z1 XThe 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, 0 r' J. R. H" R
How you suffered for you sanity,# u# ], x" q% E, ^! ^2 ? k
How you tried to set them free, 9 t9 H5 K) S: \7 `, o/ q
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) J" p+ t6 F. d2 x/ f
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