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# l/ S4 u' o, `$ c9 s/ sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 b3 T* y) h* O. @/ Y5 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 M, i' U7 q4 W$ _0 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 N$ i1 D# X1 W4 ^/ j, ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 d; B( w: F! G h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ S; R: f% e* ~( W: A9 \How you suffered for you sanity, - h8 @1 D/ y2 p7 |8 Q5 V- r
How you tried to set them free, # ~2 X3 |% e; Y" V8 G; e: v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: D) O+ o: g- z: hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : e; [1 I) X: E. ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ U4 ^( o. R% P6 _7 i0 X N9 l" K9 N8 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , f L# ^7 y5 n4 h3 c2 p! |% K$ T. v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 @" `, T) `- k6 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 F u7 f* u g# ~9 z/ R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 J. b- ^6 _) {2 H6 s, `5 k6 X( H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 `6 s: a$ g, R: k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 [, m" D8 y) v( ?5 L5 A0 b' c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( c7 h8 {4 }* l# I& E2 _7 `" [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) b9 @( z ~) W- {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 V0 ~4 e: C% E! `, I4 Z: }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, & O% a( x* l2 F- _
How you suffered for you sanity,0 Q N0 E! I% n1 H, }7 L
How you tried to set them free,
% F$ y! y- Y5 g5 D, D9 hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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