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( U4 Q5 e1 u8 Y! BStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, g$ z6 l- }6 h" c6 E% J- Y2 l. {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 `; f |; W8 ^& z3 N4 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) U$ p* f5 F! X5 h% ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 b# y$ \) w1 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 m% \/ B0 Y6 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
/ l( I( R; S0 t& \) [How you tried to set them free,
5 ^) t5 H6 [" \ p/ `3 l1 uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " X6 S- J2 R4 X' p/ t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' s% d% ]. U$ i; s. L/ n) ^- Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; D5 N5 Z. e) f8 P& \7 [' u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 N9 l- H% M6 F' E1 V% ^$ U: R2 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 f7 R( g _3 L0 G1 ~' J' @
$ T. x: m: u: b- xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 g# ]; H( q+ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - }6 C& k" J! c, u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 \3 P- i: `1 W. P) d4 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 t3 Z* w! k9 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 p* w9 s% L2 ^, ?; U \# a" Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' X6 \3 T( |) W# K" |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 U! f5 V5 \( E- v: e5 e; i+ _ ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 d& n* ]. c6 Q' v* y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' g3 ` d8 m! O* p) L. i6 hHow you suffered for you sanity,( a* G7 A8 A% r0 l8 j% s F! S
How you tried to set them free, - Z2 D5 |# x1 [( V# c+ K! o8 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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