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2 t1 m. s( d3 j0 v4 LStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 N p0 X- g6 ^0 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! V" Y7 q& h7 l5 K* I% Q) L9 AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 j# U4 J- s5 v4 c6 x
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 m0 i$ T% @) S2 uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. W9 A- R' r; C1 E- G) T, qHow you suffered for you sanity, # c6 ~4 @9 e$ }: x. w
How you tried to set them free,
% A5 Y2 b) c1 G' _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( F/ y% Z m: v; ~/ p) BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * `: J/ Y& I7 B+ \( P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 c* ?8 i$ Y, r x1 M1 \7 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 O* \! o4 `7 J2 x; `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 l3 Z( A: j% L# H: J* w4 T+ u! YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- N C0 Y* A! S6 P6 }/ u) OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 Y. y! O8 G0 R% i+ p* vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " {2 X: m$ R) h1 l* d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 b" a% u* E; Y$ j2 g0 i. fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 Y9 r# P/ V3 p
F) y8 z; f0 s4 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- ^; D! k( P( A+ CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 U5 E$ ?6 T& i: k# ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! J6 h: {& X% }5 d/ h2 z* A6 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . B7 S7 K1 j2 C! q! k9 F, t6 W/ v
* s7 u8 B2 m5 }) x0 Z' R/ G' ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# E$ n4 H: C3 W: C3 p# FHow you suffered for you sanity,& f& @% t4 m w# J" N
How you tried to set them free, 5 ]1 Z) Z4 a7 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, & `1 s5 l( ]/ ^: \) o- U
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