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- a" z2 V0 i' b% vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 S0 u* b5 v6 Z% \2 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 |, A, H2 m+ q3 \- W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 P" Z9 j% a& M1 m+ J3 V3 a5 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 }4 c. ~0 b, \1 F: g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& [" ?- k, s: v9 e0 o) D
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 v4 ~7 u' h% Y4 d# j: D% J) b
How you tried to set them free,
: N, s5 |. | A [/ t) \, @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 a& h" ^. n5 G+ x: K( D cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 x: I4 D, l' X# S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! g7 _" Y5 t6 V, Y1 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 O; q7 j, f% s; X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 H3 p) g4 d4 A& GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! L( O% V5 w5 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 ~( [1 f) r, ?9 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 {1 r C) ?7 q5 ?& |1 D+ vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 @1 x! G+ E% a0 Z+ t# DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / A$ u+ S: d% o. w" R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' w5 R' j5 t* G4 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" A& j5 w$ A+ I+ b: m; @' m5 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 O: P4 z8 W# @5 e2 C! k+ O: D, p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; h. _& r, x; b8 ] T* VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 r2 {' \" [% Z' w- a$ N
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 _, f1 |: [" h2 XHow you tried to set them free,
+ r8 b9 f. [/ Z" |' n" ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
# L. @. M) x# Q0 n2 VPerhaps they never will. |
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