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$ C0 J& g5 L! |6 X3 y, J4 cStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) `2 X. p( \) F$ }7 C4 w2 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 F- S% A7 }) K( X |* t3 e% }/ q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 r" x: _9 b, a9 i! H5 G8 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . [3 B% A9 n, }5 w9 j* v, @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 s# p, k0 K4 y) Q0 o+ I- a0 ^5 k5 Z8 v
How you suffered for you sanity,
% o* L7 q. U9 xHow you tried to set them free,
m! r) q V2 F. kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 n7 R$ x( E0 r2 l; B: Q4 `) w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 D' D. n# B3 l0 G a. PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 T' Q3 e& J! [. _+ [# T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 z9 U' b" l! s9 I; eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: n/ u" J0 b5 f# d* `) k) T$ gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 T- q6 |9 B+ E8 K$ q" IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ h q% r2 z) DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 p6 `( g4 z8 V# F: E4 ]1 ]6 j) rBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ t5 g6 E/ r1 R; D3 X9 A( D% n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( K$ G* P. w0 ?% [9 U/ M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 }" o/ j/ N* ^& V5 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& F' K {/ e1 D! y5 Y; i1 RThe 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,
& A' T6 o, V# U0 W `" ~How you suffered for you sanity,% J, T) }6 H6 c: z
How you tried to set them free, 6 Q! ~* O0 ?5 I! {. Z2 |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ]/ r% |" b6 `$ I5 m/ ~3 IPerhaps they never will. |
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