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. ^. b, \% p7 @9 I! a( }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( Z/ r8 B5 P4 K) r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 m! {& c. P6 h6 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ c9 t; B! T# w: n/ K9 n) x9 a6 V4 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) @& m5 Q- k% X) M& BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 A- t9 C9 x) i8 b; j3 E/ X1 G" fHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 d3 R0 |' G1 W4 Y7 e' cHow you tried to set them free,
4 Y3 X: a3 \% ~0 ?+ S4 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 w! s6 n& s9 V* ^: } ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) K$ n) ~% L# a$ i1 t7 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! ]; k8 L2 I9 @( S& e& J. E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / r) D' q/ r) U+ m# i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 S* S9 d6 ^/ r1 Y9 Z: mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # S! J. N; _# ^) O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + I- B, j% b. a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- \# A/ B3 p, p" G$ Z& |( y) _/ qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 J4 J, ?5 S" C. g/ GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ {8 I7 r5 Y. mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + J, w1 a* `8 g4 n" v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, S1 a- ^) z* v2 a% A# b gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 i* ?0 R; r$ J* nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 V+ N: F/ E4 y0 \+ R9 u' J1 p# l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' G7 D w4 Y% w" MHow you suffered for you sanity,; ^& r9 d' Z/ I9 i/ l5 b* w
How you tried to set them free,
/ ?6 Y- C1 |! e: X4 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 U+ l7 B ]( A" m: C9 h& C: {* t& q
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