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$ ~ j C0 f- L; d: V3 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 Z$ h3 h& ~( j1 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * T! \& _# I o2 ^$ n! ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 I% F5 [4 g% V- v. q$ x0 ~& u$ n q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! j) g, n. D) M5 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% b8 j. b2 p# ?! V2 ]+ WHow you suffered for you sanity, ( G' i% _" ]% k3 B
How you tried to set them free, - A$ g+ J: R/ z+ @# f9 V/ \ S1 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( O) e9 @& \: d( m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; C- Z0 U* v( JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* T, d3 T; d2 kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 Z4 ~' C0 I& HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ Q. l6 y7 d* q5 g! U2 h6 X& \7 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % A( V* M6 `% D5 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 |( p/ M2 H% L. x( j6 V) n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ ^+ A7 G, E/ Q+ B j1 C0 q QBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; y1 L$ B4 i3 R/ ~& T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , V. t/ V3 M1 d0 k }& u& H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & @# X/ ]! i K* ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 c* N. a9 m7 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. C# f$ {( i: n. _; H% G( GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 t; Y q- G* u7 @9 z6 a3 ~; u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 q5 a$ V8 u! Y3 h; W
How you suffered for you sanity,8 p0 |3 T0 Z7 Y# n- Y
How you tried to set them free,
/ c3 Z# J8 i' l8 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; q9 O- ~9 |; @Perhaps they never will. |
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