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3 r$ M; u) |+ X( W- S6 o. CStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 B* m* b6 G7 i. Z# K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 p+ K. p" [$ [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. T1 h/ ]7 ]7 Y7 D- l1 p$ e* q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 ?; R. |5 M( O! P. g, o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) D. o6 N& @7 f, k e( t
How you suffered for you sanity,
( k. F. \7 M* \# qHow you tried to set them free,
. z+ |5 X7 y% V. \6 J# Z2 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - k- p4 ^. u% Z. h U( U/ l' A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " E5 `4 X# W' k1 M1 m, ~) n; ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- n1 }, @0 R! Q& ~0 G5 ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + P; D; y* |# N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& ]) L; {# H+ |; ~2 e/ Z2 s- H% cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : d" h0 B! Z6 _- q+ G. H* j& C2 s9 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 O" b& l8 @" z9 r# x8 Y' jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 ~4 `* {0 @( l7 t) [( a
But I could have told you, Vincent, " F2 d5 @& e# l- \8 N! G @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& x# B5 |' e% p* v/ QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 j+ M3 j) c; f. U' V+ c& T, lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 e5 P- n' p) V0 M% B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ N1 [" Y' b& x/ v, U0 A6 MThe 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,
" m+ z+ h7 s8 X! \6 kHow you suffered for you sanity,( K! }9 z* X2 @* }+ [. H& T
How you tried to set them free, 6 ?5 Y- ~) _0 a3 S! N5 _ d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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