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) C9 p/ n. D6 t9 w0 Y$ P- d9 }Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ M2 c3 x' j) I/ B. A1 ~ MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 r: @5 d; @* V7 X; J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ o) B+ ^$ g( k; l8 d7 P3 b" S; RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + F& L2 T1 d3 h M8 l0 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 O6 C0 w! a+ A/ g% I- ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
( A% G, L1 d5 `; SHow you tried to set them free,
. B V4 A4 c ^$ s3 B& \6 ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , ]& \. W4 g: b" ?8 Z3 g9 D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 P( L* t) s9 s0 u, Q; \& kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 p1 G! N) E" z* g- M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* u8 I x4 Z8 U( o$ W! D3 F0 CWeathered 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,
5 g8 E/ A# V+ r4 x7 ^: q7 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; X$ E7 }/ }, ^5 e, lYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " t& y9 E7 P: c4 a
But I could have told you, Vincent, . F2 c; \ C$ x1 j/ m8 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 L5 M$ v, v# YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 n2 {# e/ p3 J3 i& i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ a, p, O! c3 w K9 _) [* W
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 V/ `- c: ]9 l0 f; h
How you suffered for you sanity,5 u/ M, `8 i+ z$ V+ e
How you tried to set them free, 6 V) \7 ^- S C$ o8 }/ y( }, h* `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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