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) \( f' j9 U7 q, I4 d- \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 `6 X% A9 u3 f' p* ]/ cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; j M- t- G0 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ~- \$ t7 C; g( v8 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) X/ f5 B2 `" a, E- L% Q9 z; lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 G E2 J+ I3 [9 D$ S6 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 w! m. T6 M$ p$ B) s7 sHow you tried to set them free,
; E+ D( r0 L l2 q, H. zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 S/ e0 g- G, s2 Q6 O0 p G0 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 k, _( n6 [9 q& F3 E( uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) i% l. {% K6 f/ b* |( q& hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( P$ o+ e) p, N9 I, q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , Z2 u- W3 k+ h. P. r( H# p) w! G# z( Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# r6 Z9 |9 A2 j6 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 O' r A. p" S+ MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 E4 [# |& V4 y7 d. ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ v6 ~( l W* Z- v) JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . p# q6 P+ Z1 B" r" {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. N3 m3 W- p& ?# p9 ~$ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 J4 P! ~% B& `0 w) dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 r- x2 U0 N9 e: C" [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! U3 `! v4 b3 a/ p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 X1 A v @( G4 y" E0 \
How you suffered for you sanity," z5 h# u _5 n. F; @' T
How you tried to set them free, ) t1 t: x2 H6 X+ Q& e# v4 i' g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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