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2 f2 G4 j7 K( M5 f0 m; N# `9 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; R2 s q: Z$ \" LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% ? _* v( }( J& |% e; d SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* g p3 o: V7 s. U0 @9 P& X& _' ~* t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( p4 d& }5 ^8 E( y1 c6 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 k, Q! u. q4 M: @6 U) `5 ]$ [How you suffered for you sanity,
0 N- Z7 i/ o' b. x6 [# o7 |How you tried to set them free,
2 W. o5 s3 i: n+ Y0 X+ F NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " ?1 o& ^, G: L; H: _% I# C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 P: t" i. A- H5 g8 M1 B& a. R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, M8 \5 n* c# q% m X* J5 |% v/ rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" l! l5 x ? I0 jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! A" W H! m# U7 a) gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; p3 @1 m T$ c% S% O; N& K, OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , Q! J, M' d% {) ^' m
But I could have told you, Vincent, " ^) B" u3 n9 M% H* n/ T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 b) x$ `4 ?4 ^8 F) _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# |0 B" S! S7 |. f: D( {# \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 W6 H6 N2 R4 i) Y! k8 ~8 {; ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / c1 k6 t8 t& J* a4 F+ v+ G
The 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,
/ ~- C D, h8 m4 |How you suffered for you sanity,
1 ~* Y! k( s( V! F4 \- @How you tried to set them free, " D2 p8 ^6 V; f- u3 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
g* X0 C/ K1 b0 `* n# [Perhaps they never will. |
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