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, U" z# T( N, j+ O3 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 ]% j# G2 {' S; f7 `: oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( w3 j; l2 T0 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; K& a3 x8 _' y7 zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 @1 |/ F Z3 s/ k5 d% H9 F* pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 P) X. M9 x$ @$ W5 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
- f' N k$ V) ]9 O# X: t: t! [3 bHow you tried to set them free, ) Z* z7 W8 O# }: v1 z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! B$ K$ r, }* _3 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% W7 [) \& d, W4 C' A: GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# v& S. S5 ^1 Y+ l7 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 d1 [8 p; |/ d( d5 ]( YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- s! S' d% C6 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 p0 B* o$ `; E5 j& b1 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# m$ H2 Y, N4 xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( `& M* O- q1 v5 H! M: \But I could have told you, Vincent,
( v* }3 b; u4 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" G) C; o; L$ Z0 m& xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / n( _" Z4 d/ x8 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) Y* L% g. x+ z% H# ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 p0 R" _# L0 [7 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 r9 y' \& y- k9 @, q" JHow you suffered for you sanity,/ y3 f2 T0 h5 m2 Y7 V
How you tried to set them free, 7 p- k# H* H2 \1 I: S2 c! |0 a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 n" T1 l1 |. w3 P) N7 }+ uPerhaps they never will. |
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