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1 V& n2 Q+ F# a% @3 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" ]- k" _9 Q/ i) @% CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 Z5 e4 O) I$ G8 c" Q0 P& o6 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, ~, K. ?. y0 t8 J: l8 M0 U5 G$ D. @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ q5 ?5 c$ T5 E; G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 P, p" w2 k1 t) ~How you suffered for you sanity, 1 C0 s* R9 u O9 `& G0 E D
How you tried to set them free, 7 V! d3 E, e: e3 \; n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " a1 S2 ~2 Y) \. @) v- j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 ~4 R+ M% O# L0 ~2 {3 ?2 K" m; tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& {2 P% C2 S( B, p$ Z, c7 y3 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 Q$ s( w. @% [4 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / y- Z8 q9 _, O" @( Y$ h4 p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) w/ X" l/ q1 k9 K) K+ B2 w# W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 L! a" {( I- eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 m+ _3 H* [' j# _3 T5 \+ ]" Y! aBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 j7 p+ E# d3 r {9 D: _) ~1 c) C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; D+ P; w% L( _- xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 M( f2 r \0 S3 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * \: ]. ]! X9 X) A# {2 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Y' |9 W' ]! r& ]) |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' y M. {( }2 T8 @; e
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 F) w6 v% X m; }! x/ m* b! xHow you suffered for you sanity,. t" B' t1 e& T/ `0 L" f
How you tried to set them free,
; i" C+ C2 K5 {' cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 y; |! P( F5 d: `+ }- yPerhaps they never will. |
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