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- s7 ]/ c+ m5 R% `8 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 F9 B8 G7 p i) w3 G3 h: m0 v. x3 ]+ nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . Z$ G e" E- z. l! C# K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 Z. L3 T: r+ g/ {8 s, F, r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 T8 _7 d2 ]3 v( g/ _ W( C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," d- n2 ^. L6 V; ?; g
How you suffered for you sanity, / @9 r9 z3 V: r* o# K7 W
How you tried to set them free, & I) h* z* j" V: |% w: v ~2 c( m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - _1 r$ O4 X; z+ q1 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& S; S! g. p* k$ j$ T, A+ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 U L) d' j& tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 O7 {2 C7 U( e$ H. rWeathered 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, E5 G$ E! ~3 ?& u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 ^: f$ ~9 T6 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
L8 z; ?! j8 z; v5 x9 H2 [1 @: `6 |But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 W& S& C' s' x4 N9 W0 ~& c( S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; |, K. E, w' t$ [5 L! \( u0 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' ?/ z. h: P$ ?9 k: |) [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + L+ E3 `; R$ K' V3 E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 s( K# [+ m$ `2 A! p9 z! m6 I% }9 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 N7 }( e: z7 E( T$ \: s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' L) \9 f4 Z$ d6 c* o
How you suffered for you sanity,- g# {! e! ~ y$ r
How you tried to set them free, ! O" E* o* @: L; \1 N
They would not listen they're not listening still, . E* Y. ~ s6 d9 Z5 K- `
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