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# p7 t( N& P0 N+ [ R1 mStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; }( y5 b! H5 V& N8 C7 y) TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; I0 N x `' t& p( T4 `% }/ b8 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) E, i: H% u* ?6 V0 M F4 z/ L; r# z) SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, H( Y1 K( w) @: UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% R1 Y" y5 C- u1 B/ X- }# q* f1 z+ FHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 N( j1 s; n: A6 o9 `5 h7 t3 e! nHow you tried to set them free, ( i; X+ X; ^' k" d. [' O; P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' V0 n3 z* G8 ~7 m. P- l* O* x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * g% m* _0 {9 Z0 [% b+ _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* u L3 g6 j; |" TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' u% q4 y6 G$ a# P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 k% ?# p5 F( j; E8 a5 p" y. s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 Y! ~6 t5 I0 Y# v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , h( Y2 ^3 P6 Z/ [ y& h0 c$ O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ k, R0 R+ u/ Z) P5 `6 }But I could have told you, Vincent, ! ?- \- h- Q+ [. e6 Q& M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . {9 U# L" k! e9 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - a1 }- C7 i% y2 D/ U2 E) S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; A2 G, x9 m# `6 h8 }- s
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,
) H# e. F! {( V3 KHow you suffered for you sanity,9 e, D, Q8 o8 P+ _' b& e
How you tried to set them free, 5 ~. L5 x0 O# E/ ~: c2 C6 T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 o v* v4 b5 u+ u9 ?4 f7 fPerhaps they never will. |
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