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6 u: J9 v7 a) x% lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 G0 y6 f' d; M `) {1 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 I( C+ V8 X! A2 D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 v' e8 ~: Q* W2 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " [9 \9 S, H6 G; o* X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( j" v" e0 [% S9 R- y( \% D5 v6 [How you suffered for you sanity,
# k8 Y% j k7 LHow you tried to set them free,
# A9 ?7 W' v" X5 }9 O' w* vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) P( V1 R, Y. D& ?" G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% x% [6 t8 X: h; ?5 Q% |1 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 k% T }8 }! ]2 I/ z4 P7 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; n& @9 U4 G) K! ^/ b& s+ MWeathered 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, ' Y8 o; g% Q+ X: P! C2 g0 q) M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; ~) k2 [( q( I5 s9 h. V# b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: P: ~8 m0 s7 `$ L5 i, qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; X; a; y, [6 O# ~% F* jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; m/ q+ U& V: U) C+ m6 m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, h1 X- T- s3 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % T- h- k; l% w2 t3 I- w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! R6 l' y( M: K" o, Q7 F7 B5 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 D0 b! j! w Y/ t4 u- x* q RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" k" a- H1 X# a! p9 J) KHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 ?6 I4 X Z+ u9 i3 DHow you tried to set them free,
7 u; t" {' q& W5 ~8 `4 y6 ?! h7 iThey would not listen they're not listening still, , s9 p8 F$ |" x& n" `
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