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1 Z H. F+ q# }( ?Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 D) X; |) m2 U4 t' @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 k# O9 {9 K. S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. H* A1 X s$ ?. k# i, k, L, ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 n3 H2 y r1 C/ D" h, U6 W0 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, r: w7 l+ b% |+ |6 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
- v3 @8 O2 t7 o* R3 O; k6 nHow you tried to set them free, ! X/ B! f5 {6 m) D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - k* f7 r" C& b9 F8 e3 s$ g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 N r6 O8 U2 n" r$ ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( A6 v& L; e% s$ ?* X: {+ ]# L& C# \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 I4 t/ [6 @3 S% ^: S) o, uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 |1 N7 s. J# M* W) m- A" pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ D3 J: o* t- m/ mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' {1 Y | Z* F6 V! g, QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 [. M9 v4 y4 Z6 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 `; P( ~. v. H6 v6 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, M( T; `- A. g Y& [8 D8 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 D+ j6 V( H( v+ ~, k! nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! B# l! O5 k' n' pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ?. b) k3 q7 c$ n; `0 k H& N9 R
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, 0 k9 a" N8 @1 I/ M* I" u
How you suffered for you sanity,9 M* J. M5 U4 a3 z( p t
How you tried to set them free, : @6 B0 f: _! H4 I+ _, B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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