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1 I; C2 Y0 g0 k v$ AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# |1 v% W, V& A+ V# [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! C8 ~8 V. G/ q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ j: s) {# j( o. ?& L e9 [$ I7 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 c+ G+ B1 [) G3 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 c' F' O ?/ [; E2 W" kHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 `) v7 m7 W0 @7 {4 Q( E/ Y) AHow you tried to set them free,
9 Q" G8 D! b& V, J( o p' w, E7 b* JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ g8 r! S0 b9 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 m2 k3 l; A, K1 @) U8 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( E5 g# m" r+ w, b- bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , \9 e7 `. {+ `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 @) b; ]' g; Z! z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' T) d' L' \9 Q. YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, C' {/ J1 Q+ \8 |* ~3 Y2 n2 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' y5 Y$ `7 [9 h r4 j" \& jBut I could have told you, Vincent, H& C& F( H; ^4 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 m" X, Q5 U: |0 T' B' i% }) s% ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 e) S& M# l, k2 q" T0 d* L" L' A- zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 s% o) S6 K+ J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, C* Y! s; @7 w; a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. V& g7 G1 K8 `9 M( _- _0 N7 JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: E2 u! q5 x0 `3 w0 {How you suffered for you sanity,
9 P H# M8 t8 u8 t+ t' n6 qHow you tried to set them free, . s4 O2 e& `7 T$ x/ [" d
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 X8 p6 B6 x* [ ^
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