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" g) {1 G/ E) i2 _4 i; zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, h0 h; I. ~) WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 _9 z4 J3 M% d- E0 p9 R( Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ K2 P. X( [7 |3 f. G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 O0 m5 \* d# T- B' F, g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- F7 h, R4 A2 K6 e, o* r% V7 \- nHow you suffered for you sanity, " @ k& E$ {0 m0 s
How you tried to set them free,
; J, H, d4 L9 J7 b/ d/ L% WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : j' F4 l. W9 |! W# E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. E% D* |+ ~1 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* A4 v( i. ~6 u+ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) A7 u$ A! R- f9 M! A8 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # `( V: Y; A1 q
; `% Q U. {3 h: Z2 G( Y2 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* d f# D* O* p/ u- MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * l( }9 M' s$ R! j a2 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # k9 S7 n2 W9 |* B& e9 f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" Y% P! n i3 ^3 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 \- y3 ~' t$ L+ v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: l0 b4 i2 d$ u9 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 v* f: ^# ]0 ]# u6 }! `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 k' A/ e$ N* a+ 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, 5 c6 P& W# i/ o
How you suffered for you sanity,. O6 }% M* W; q* |- `) A
How you tried to set them free, 2 d( u" ^/ ~6 v6 e+ k) k- j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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