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, d- [, U/ t- s R$ I" LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ]' R# O8 E h2 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 O6 T9 Y5 x" Y4 L( h/ wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 k2 j/ S) @8 l! u: }! Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 B! _# { ?! Z" C2 A) R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 q6 i% @* t8 q& u0 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
( N6 Z6 d3 p& B' C2 z# L# W5 XHow you tried to set them free,
3 R- Y; t: @7 W, QThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) x! n- f! N1 V4 x6 ^5 |. J; v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " n6 q, o# J) |% b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 P. s- Q2 U# D8 y0 R, jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' f9 ^& n( f K4 E2 L5 K* u# UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, T; r) b2 n6 d2 t* |& ` oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ v5 ^7 u' Y/ E! i' r' zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 s1 |) ]4 }% X6 W0 u @) mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 c5 \/ k" P V% `; g# nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" s* l/ n2 v6 n5 J Z! ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 B C4 Y6 d0 z, M+ {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ^$ W6 c) c+ |, J: S$ ~+ v& h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 D+ P3 Y9 g" U$ n; B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 P% h( x4 \7 B7 K7 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) n! o+ _9 c9 ^1 t
6 a: w9 R5 u0 T/ DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 Z+ v+ Z0 }7 _# m* [' Q
How you suffered for you sanity,/ R! E8 A+ c, U) ^ `7 U
How you tried to set them free, 4 B. r4 ^9 `& ^. y) B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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