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6 K9 S% T# F8 H% R VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; i! W4 L; W7 J: Q! XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. _& u# A+ S# a2 u+ N8 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: h/ ~0 l* h: B: @7 Y ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 r- t* x( b: J" `3 h. m3 w* `* UNow I understand what you tried to say to me," s6 i5 S; x8 t$ v
How you suffered for you sanity, ' M9 f( Y( Q& r! ~- V
How you tried to set them free,
7 `! r% d& [1 ?. a* ~, G. V) JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. V" F u! b! x/ \% _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! u/ l. Q6 X0 ~5 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 Q! Q5 T5 ~+ {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # m1 W2 B7 V8 ?+ L* S) r( o: n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; z9 O8 O, R) d* dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( w6 N. r" N) |& XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) q4 S c$ i* U! M1 \$ i5 {9 p% lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 o- z0 \$ w( }3 r% eBut I could have told you, Vincent, * m1 H" y |/ p6 U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) H+ n+ Z0 _( T5 m% Z5 m7 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 }( ]9 }/ ]( |7 u5 p$ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % _ I+ F' L. [% ]& s T0 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 a: f2 T6 I" v9 t1 l5 `4 u, KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 l9 S' J% [& d" l# w5 _) s! a! {How you suffered for you sanity,/ e% i! P6 b! I* a: M, |$ h- V
How you tried to set them free,
$ o9 [+ j8 P! z2 p sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 H4 X5 n) b0 z: mPerhaps they never will. |
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