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2 ~7 ^8 k# M) n% z. }& BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( v2 w" ~2 q5 ^: |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. {( V1 w: i3 Z; B( P+ p0 C3 @. vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 m3 e* Z. J. U( B, Z5 k( Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 L' x9 s* w0 E6 u/ X7 p7 w! |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ J" I' U5 B. J( m" u* RHow you suffered for you sanity, : t* x5 ~' L3 i
How you tried to set them free,
J# ~' W; s5 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - t, B! p0 K7 f* I, f, V/ J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 a& T) A Z( E1 C: HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 V# V' m! i; y9 R1 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! e. i2 B' q% \- @) y- j: gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. V$ B: Q5 I4 ?# g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 h$ i# p+ M) u1 [) z+ {( fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 C3 P3 X7 H5 F# S+ _, C& pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ^2 n3 J1 _" I, sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; a: u( D6 n$ u& C/ EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) T2 G" {2 `$ J/ L0 @; a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. b+ k" s+ P6 w R1 R' X% l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 h8 [/ W/ q6 w! G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ |7 ^6 _" V! W; @( N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; j3 v. h/ p7 D' U3 p8 lHow you suffered for you sanity,$ W/ }: t" \3 ]& C
How you tried to set them free,
: a( A/ b% R9 Y: q9 QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! c( c% H0 c% ]6 u+ n9 k) T0 |Perhaps they never will. |
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