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, W* E' H4 I0 a! H5 I* n8 z& R/ MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " T# d& A! S, F4 Y4 S1 ~7 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + R/ M3 M3 u7 e1 r, Z. P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- V! P, W! z) S; v& W/ m& N6 |0 S6 D) u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % e6 `, ^( ^1 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" \. ^! G1 ^9 L$ rHow you suffered for you sanity, ! j7 J8 E F: k0 Q4 p; T
How you tried to set them free,
* T( [9 o9 D5 x( z) L5 C4 s5 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . H4 H1 a) Y4 J# y6 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, k1 A. n L' ^0 `1 R- m# HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* P" t# ~3 J0 J4 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 q1 j, m1 M' r7 ^3 P. A& X0 M6 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! O9 L8 F7 W9 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 k- L2 ~7 [* m7 o& z) j9 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 S7 b) N8 V: m/ e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 s& @) s5 H3 O; Y! W
But I could have told you, Vincent, n! p( Z. J) @& q3 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. N. I! z7 Q- C0 ]$ w! V7 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 ^! h9 ^: e9 ~% N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 A; J# z) p! e/ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, e9 a# m3 J5 I% q* A' r$ l4 ]! b5 J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 Y4 U. v" ^# K+ n l3 xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 B# n" Y: a) S- E- S8 p9 R* S
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 M( D0 A' g! YHow you tried to set them free,
# U2 U* u* J' C5 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 V" R8 g4 v3 n8 o. H8 y3 \ ?
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