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; ]' d( S t1 \6 t' _5 P4 w3 K# r$ a( ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% C0 P9 J: m3 f9 N$ iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - w& r4 h$ s# p2 s- Q% Z9 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 Z! ]+ _) H0 @& x3 v( @0 i5 ]% wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; A) m( k' k( x% M$ M/ P7 d+ Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 v! F- D& a6 t+ e+ X' h" N( x1 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
. c% l$ F3 w/ U+ CHow you tried to set them free,
: X5 I( T% O& w/ `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' N/ {2 T1 r6 W% g* T LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 I! v8 W, b. NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
l$ n, O% C: v" K+ S. t: EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 z; C _8 V# I rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 S- w8 U% r' h5 t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 A0 R. P% e! I* @: J: G! }) y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 k6 V( ?3 Y+ H6 z! j) \6 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 d4 b y' G8 P8 fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 x. I2 @5 M/ G3 I7 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 ^6 e7 k' k0 M+ uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! K! Y# u2 J* a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% f6 [3 e! [3 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 f& U& e6 h, X' N! y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ l+ T6 z8 i, K" xHow you suffered for you sanity,! `/ a" n, e) Y0 E m1 ?
How you tried to set them free, $ m# O6 {/ M( m+ x! z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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