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+ f5 N8 v7 Q2 M* u& Q2 h' YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( B6 o" z! A1 u4 [ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ a; } S: D G. S1 Y8 GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: R- h( f5 ]3 W" \4 m! D `4 d+ n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; C6 f. |5 ]8 y. u! _3 |6 B: n: BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 u5 w @1 s9 x! j- g/ H2 F" LHow you suffered for you sanity,
Q& Z. U) A8 u2 RHow you tried to set them free,
1 ^! ?0 d6 v% ~/ x, Z# N1 F8 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 C J: [0 a& A* l" X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! V) v& j; J1 M2 f( T; x* @( FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 }" g( s% H, G% }8 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 U4 u5 s! J0 u: B4 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, n: C: S# U2 R" {, ?2 DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 @9 {; [# l2 L7 M0 @* kYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 t$ W! L& Q0 E* qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* L d( H' A, ^" K: sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, S$ f7 ?! Z, p7 Y _, ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - m2 r. P9 E) Z' \0 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 \4 o. n# c$ o; R$ D4 x) Q% P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 h' s/ A( t6 Z# f0 v3 y8 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . W2 x3 E5 y, y0 K/ h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! L8 o# d6 y4 b0 L8 g0 |: E
How you suffered for you sanity,
: _. d; Y P' i. n3 AHow you tried to set them free, ; |" C) t1 ~8 P: ?" e5 E0 g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 D# A5 j* K/ p$ d: m* Z$ PPerhaps they never will. |
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