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6 [: ?3 i9 p0 k# r LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : J8 r# v' j% N2 l, m6 M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ I, L6 A# a! _+ t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. |: E! j G& d f- z8 xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 x! W% C9 D S8 W3 [$ C5 s3 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 u! \( R& _ @How you suffered for you sanity, 2 N" t m4 [: o/ h. w- L/ ]4 H# ~
How you tried to set them free,
, I, H, f7 x0 v% g& YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 L, n$ O2 |) m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 R& J8 p8 s# q2 h! K. ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * p- G' c8 t1 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , K, Q d! L+ ]7 d3 S1 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 X! B: Z; l$ r( S$ D" s# V
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 b7 `! x) e2 D5 O$ V: @( Y9 E: KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! ?4 x9 q- c9 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& \ n, X) h+ S4 R: SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! ]0 x( i! U1 e! `6 \3 K+ Z+ c$ P; [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" _. w, S" C$ Y+ jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 c; W- X7 O K! _: n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, [( k( N9 Y" Q2 b' A3 o, Z; R% a1 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; B, \5 n( Z# {& CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* j9 w7 ?/ Z/ `7 z# VHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 I7 y$ [" g$ W7 OHow you tried to set them free,
( g/ k! b# H# V! L1 L# Z9 F0 H# k# XThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- q4 l) |/ \# a1 QPerhaps they never will. |
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