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( u- F4 `5 I: o7 uStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" {$ J8 R2 s+ t% C! CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, a/ _; `( U5 f* x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! O. i* x7 H1 F! S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' R, y* Y% e0 n/ e5 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- a7 F" e) u4 E; b3 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
, Y; ]4 E' p d5 g8 H4 H% dHow you tried to set them free,
% e6 t2 N q8 u) i: nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 L1 P% b: E0 i+ y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- D' ?" E3 L1 I8 k V) V, J) qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * C9 S9 v0 j6 g& f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) Z; f: S. M/ o; ]- q/ uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) J. p5 `" w6 g7 v2 a
$ b6 a( S/ i( r2 QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 B1 H. g- v; C! t- @2 k0 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& }" Y, T9 y9 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % d' Y; |( j1 n! ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, % k. D; n% E5 u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! ^2 T) g% p0 T7 a/ t/ d6 G* V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
N- B+ }7 ]! [8 |0 w. H+ r4 ~- [: NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 \ W( D8 p. U1 Y2 p( C
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, 3 ~! I( I! I' {2 j! N( f
How you suffered for you sanity,
; X9 t1 P: g1 d; d) p$ uHow you tried to set them free,
! I( R6 {/ O, J5 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 ^$ r, t, q% C0 z5 C3 Q
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