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5 _6 O# P' \, K% hStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
J" C1 Z. J2 h! GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 ^, E6 f8 g( v& F3 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 C3 S9 W' w" z: u/ S) R; `: A! j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' x( _5 @7 Z, p; _5 J7 h: }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. n4 d8 {, {. a6 THow you suffered for you sanity,
' F' x; g7 A D0 |2 L! h. b/ {How you tried to set them free,
; y) Y( a. D$ }( b/ VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" [/ T( r) {/ A# k; @! bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . x7 S3 \# O) I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 u ?, M+ g) q% F+ Y5 Q, ^ f/ M bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& k- f1 @# y+ ^) ?/ iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % V, c7 s* h& v% M& J4 E2 A
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + E4 F; ?$ e. f: A/ T3 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 Y/ n3 c5 l5 `4 F3 V1 G- K
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " x( D0 U8 K* w4 b- y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 C. v8 L3 `: I$ X! JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 H* W) E# Z* q0 ?1 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : \; M1 I6 ?9 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 q& P" [! x7 T3 K e+ RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' e, {7 J: ]9 [- DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' G% r! w L/ F- j9 H% ?/ }How you suffered for you sanity,
) m% p+ |. t' v; iHow you tried to set them free, ) }1 J2 U/ k' T7 u) `# p2 f5 k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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