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; O+ |% |: [* R) G4 o* NStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( `1 V+ ?9 M3 I3 i$ ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 x6 I9 U; u8 U8 W7 P- `8 n! W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ?; o6 `5 [; Q4 Y- fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# M3 _$ Z$ x% A+ h* B9 p% E! gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 v1 X4 w! K7 o5 h* {3 ?$ m
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 h% L0 n8 w9 S- w" H R
How you tried to set them free,
6 y' f; K* ~2 e e/ S* MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " i9 H! Z- T% D* P* t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: J$ d* s6 y- ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ r& {, P% K4 {6 C9 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# [7 R& `1 l8 q4 m% K: [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 q6 V/ { D. T; mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ |9 \) o% n/ q; H8 j4 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) X- ^) E8 |) [1 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ O+ z) P F( }8 f! n. IBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! f5 G% D' l# P4 }8 b5 {) U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ J, k* B2 e' K5 Y. q0 N' ^9 iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 }1 `% u; O5 u3 a4 \( D% q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) W" x9 D, K* O& N9 }( _& l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 K1 M9 [9 N k2 r. X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) O$ s% ?; K; J7 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 h# d9 `" K* b9 `) [- p# K
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 z# x1 i& V: e1 S' L4 bHow you tried to set them free,
2 T& U5 D7 L4 G$ s7 JThey would not listen they're not listening still, . A5 _4 b+ R. p2 J& X& y1 T4 r" y
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