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+ M1 @. G5 {9 }3 I5 k3 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 F% H- X% f/ WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : j! h' T, z" D5 ?8 B. k* O" x! J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 B* T- ]8 z) {$ d" |, m5 a# F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 w* [0 `+ B7 D% c9 W7 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' X/ F% b+ ^( ?' N9 @1 t6 vHow you suffered for you sanity, ) Z9 X; v( N; b. F
How you tried to set them free,
8 I8 Z7 \$ V; L1 i4 i$ JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # i; u# b; e, v# Z. T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 i- B5 O6 V8 A' U, C \) k& z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 z `, \! f7 I, KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 b1 g5 \2 \/ f7 p/ M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 i+ F/ e$ S# }6 r' Q* f# yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
G4 J0 z2 [0 t9 Z0 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . }) W/ Z" H( ?5 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) F8 U9 v! r, lBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ p/ d5 H$ ~# H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 b# p4 m; X6 d( Q9 p; {- QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 T: o9 C# P4 S: _4 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 y7 {9 H. _( ?3 ]+ ]% d0 ^5 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, p5 C/ k8 j" w. c" h% N+ A! T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 e8 v7 D/ ?3 b, m
! B+ J8 P* e. L: pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & K7 a$ B1 b# b+ u
How you suffered for you sanity,$ j9 d+ M+ l4 O7 n, ~$ U
How you tried to set them free, ; F3 W5 i8 o% K/ ] R' ?
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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