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5 q3 I3 z+ T, B& |' f9 m9 J+ `Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ q0 o1 G' \* |, K# l: h" T8 S0 J3 [& DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ f& Q" s6 S2 y+ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, r$ X, Z# M& r& R CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; R" t9 L& @! e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 q) E% O+ x P! b9 o: U- n
How you suffered for you sanity,
: J9 e& J/ u0 V$ [* r- ^. xHow you tried to set them free,
8 n" x( R! W, H$ N9 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & t3 J! u, d" R5 s, h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 ~4 _% n# U# N* SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " N2 i& c* l7 Z" F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 C7 ]. j7 N& i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 N2 K6 H# Z! |" c$ r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 N. ]; x6 a7 F; Z& ?1 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, % T, U0 }% N. J5 P1 A' G$ ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 y* y. Z( D7 B6 \5 M3 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 o9 {8 k6 \; I7 n" {& Z; QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + I7 V1 _+ @' W4 ?4 F+ S8 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + k. @1 i4 k; y- g+ ^& u% v+ y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: U N" f4 R8 n+ I& o7 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! |9 \2 ~! C7 G: G: g$ I) d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- D8 m, s2 k0 t" S6 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ _4 D8 f% G+ J$ A; N2 x' M5 WHow you tried to set them free,
/ I) O0 L+ y( XThey would not listen they're not listening still, - n/ L% S( C0 I" g5 Q% O: a
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