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7 F3 ?- Q3 c. V% P7 U; y$ UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
X% F0 w/ h4 j, K. k# cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 M: Y# @( W8 ?+ v& P) A9 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, D* L) Z4 b: m# p: hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% y3 `# n4 Z+ {" d+ W; g( pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 f8 i" j$ {" R' W6 j$ j
How you suffered for you sanity, + B) o$ X. a1 ?8 D
How you tried to set them free,
' t3 J2 i7 |$ S+ w k6 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 v4 k! r7 f, F) V- a7 `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 R4 e9 K) a9 M( NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 S% R2 w( |! `1 m) ^- A7 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
X+ @& V' V. |! r+ \' O) j8 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! p% g" q& ~2 B; Y( @8 [4 ^; ?. A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 W. }( ]& V7 L# S$ BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . h. P" y3 _3 ?$ }" D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% I" ^& g0 y- [- LBut I could have told you, Vincent, " h3 G# g" U4 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) Z* e" m8 L* _( z s$ O$ ~4 i+ F1 @
7 R1 h' Y# _# H$ M/ @' nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! H+ I5 t3 ]( H6 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( d2 A" g3 g! l) x* O4 d8 A8 Z0 ^3 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ]8 v) i7 q* c5 o" X4 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 f1 G4 f8 B' ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 o1 ~4 Z, R( K' N
How you suffered for you sanity,
! U G2 v( N @+ w e7 LHow you tried to set them free, . S4 b' N; U( a7 N3 }2 G9 F( [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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