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6 w/ H! C" t, P! t1 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 h, J7 b2 ^& J7 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ b3 O& F! P! R# L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! [4 Z6 k- w7 I. R1 I/ `5 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 c/ J4 D7 r, c2 d1 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 X% J8 K( z2 v) EHow you suffered for you sanity,
' f% d1 b4 q9 y. ^How you tried to set them free,
/ t) n4 f8 ]4 t* g3 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. }, U& r' m) U) U) YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, r" b2 m' }' c0 Z8 ]1 M2 B) L% FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * R* i+ b: ]1 x7 Y1 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ g c0 Y: l' \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 B4 M6 \8 g4 q( m$ f% ~0 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % ?8 Y6 p. G* c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( r. V9 m3 {- jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) g% I0 k' g- {) T
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 n' c4 F/ o3 ~: Y' U! l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; A3 V6 I T7 s1 @9 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / T0 z1 u( R3 L& V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % v8 o+ b0 T2 Z+ @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 O. @- p5 ?+ {4 `* \* \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 d# z, X4 G Q/ i) e8 E1 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ t- Z; \1 ]* o+ u8 oHow you tried to set them free, / y. I# F& @& I) ^; T5 `' Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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