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2 P: e# {. w8 t. t: TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 a* x* |; i% @8 n/ {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
J6 m- k5 f. p$ v" Y* F0 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 u! U$ F P7 v5 G9 p( ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. E8 [7 N& K7 L9 _) X7 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 D# j& r% I& }1 V* \How you suffered for you sanity,
/ Z1 V3 {5 ^7 X6 s. dHow you tried to set them free, k6 ~, t, J; F' p; _% M/ `1 l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' @3 B0 l+ Q# t0 [" |* U1 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 y6 f! o! [8 g- O9 H! B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 k f5 w9 {5 ^# q6 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 B* d4 M& g1 f3 @# z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 K& m6 ^7 N+ Y8 E2 @1 t5 J* r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 X5 [$ q0 u+ |; SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; Q4 F, h( }" m; O) [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: G l0 i. t. z9 p, @But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 j$ _( j- ?0 W [$ H1 b2 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* D; N6 X5 ?- s% o7 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; A5 O4 `3 `. A* D: mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ]. Y5 H; r# J3 t4 [; r8 qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; o, Z3 |5 L- f. A% y% }
1 C {, \3 U& u2 q r& ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & Y9 \' ~" V2 W2 b' f$ g8 ?) R& X
How you suffered for you sanity,( v% D5 [$ O \; q. X f0 s
How you tried to set them free, ; p! ~" T! x3 o* K# Y0 b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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