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4 e% J& _6 k+ P9 _: bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# J3 f& v q6 S; ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- G" G* Q3 ?, G9 k! sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 H N& j1 a6 ?+ NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' ?: [: u4 U8 Y$ u3 I4 L/ d( W4 I- vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, ]: f9 H4 g+ z9 e: k+ W3 tHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 \$ d: `5 S% L7 X
How you tried to set them free,
* _; n3 T8 R+ U6 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " N6 k+ w+ }3 Z" n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - _6 a# w2 Z6 Q; k, ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 j( ^4 ]3 v3 Y6 H) [7 N/ m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- [2 k6 W- D( z5 q% |2 I' t- z& AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + `9 S& x6 m# w+ o9 u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % C5 F3 g6 q. l8 x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 k1 ~: Z& r9 q* s; g7 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " v- f. g1 E( q5 V: Z2 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( v6 D4 x! ~* A3 t- e% H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ }- u+ I3 X6 J7 O# r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ {! I7 f: U* Y, F! |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" a6 H- e" o6 \, H: SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # f5 n* B$ i/ L }2 w/ {: U
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,
9 j% V* Y4 n4 r; P. }7 U& V* fHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 |! o2 L* |4 {6 O' tHow you tried to set them free, ; M2 R; x: ~4 J1 a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# ~6 c9 B/ t8 [0 i6 WPerhaps they never will. |
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