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3 [0 k# [6 F% q5 I4 k4 OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) ^) P$ ?4 ^) P$ r8 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ]. ]1 n& ? ]8 f8 D( hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
U& v- ]4 j( t# d5 c1 V3 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) g( k/ Z" I% L8 I1 n2 d X6 j% wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* h/ L% m/ @; K) {% b0 q1 aHow you suffered for you sanity, - ]( ?( |- h z& t- b6 Y1 x
How you tried to set them free, , ~5 _. t& `* c4 x9 u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% \# d" \/ s/ T! I3 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : q; `8 v$ ?, b: l. k' [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" h; E7 F% _0 L1 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - Y7 {4 h3 g* v0 f
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ ?& V I* z/ WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' p: V4 O: { l) ~9 B7 {* rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 _5 x0 V% {0 B; }. H( R$ G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 v5 @1 S0 j8 o0 g; OBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) @. C2 G' B( t# [% V Z8 f/ c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + p$ f. U8 ] V, s s2 n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 e. h! G6 D' K( x8 s# f: n! kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! _: u" ]( z) nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " M1 Y R8 e3 f; s! a8 Y' l3 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 r) S' x1 P b2 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * Y% N+ I; t4 ^. c; w. H
How you suffered for you sanity,
& S: M% J# V0 ~% E& eHow you tried to set them free, , O6 M# E" A7 F s3 ]
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 p5 d9 [' `' F0 M# {% I2 | aPerhaps they never will. |
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