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2 g) Y7 g( ^( C: I' S* O6 v# b7 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 l- v) u* B+ e! E$ ?& z# b9 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / M% g/ f; o# s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ T# Z2 a- `/ y' ^/ r9 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 ^* Y: E/ O& e/ b& u3 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, Q7 O5 ~7 X, A! K5 Q# y; B3 W4 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ^, `' J8 e9 X+ f( NHow you tried to set them free, ! u8 a) P' W5 J$ d7 B: I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, e F4 `% A/ N6 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 ]% g; g. b' E; G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& y+ S' s d# W u# KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' o6 I. I. X$ I8 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 H/ D% ?2 e- v' f2 A( K g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& u3 [2 j" e. L" pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 t8 N* R4 \7 x: g4 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 |. V; u0 j5 G, T2 Z8 d# {; i; o. MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 p2 h, O* {) u( E! W6 ^8 [9 w& KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 i# _: z! Z8 q/ xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) P. v: i+ ^8 s# _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, Y: X2 ]( Z* W) E& j$ W5 N
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, + j1 ~+ y5 p p; D# B
How you suffered for you sanity,
; |( k; W6 N& lHow you tried to set them free, ' k; ]7 k! E# A' P
They would not listen they're not listening still, , y$ ~3 \, |" g/ o5 R+ T. t6 y9 B
Perhaps they never will. |
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