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7 m8 M- x$ s- P( ~) z, n' y) zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' G2 A& |9 @& j2 Y$ T3 V) FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 c$ T/ P7 G) a- u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* q0 `. z, ?; k) T1 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, ?; i6 e$ ^$ z T! mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& E6 t7 v2 Q0 L K' JHow you suffered for you sanity, , s# L6 n8 ]- {' R4 K
How you tried to set them free, 8 C& |0 H0 a# A9 s s4 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ O+ w( Z# p( a; ~0 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : K% A$ s* o" B# t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& l9 i2 @) y% ^' u KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( L$ X# t* z' K$ U" l! Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 d8 Y- M( V1 i) S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( P* X' f! K8 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, [1 H3 [. ~/ Z! Q. C$ M9 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% [. W6 _. @& |But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 @7 s- x: o B r0 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 s r+ [: x# G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) }) A/ n, E. S% g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - Q/ X, n' D/ v4 S/ ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 l) `" o5 s4 t# @1 X' T; R6 W4 SThe 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 L+ e7 {, x8 S# F; Y" K3 z& H
How you suffered for you sanity,8 { A8 V- V" q/ Z4 c- b. b
How you tried to set them free,
% v2 i. G' L% u9 D' o8 dThey would not listen they're not listening still, . x; j' T1 ?% H/ S( N! g) F s
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