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K. r1 v- G$ U6 s3 \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ^4 f; o R9 |1 C* K+ I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" W1 _5 _. l+ O8 Z* }$ A( t: y5 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," I+ Y) n. b0 D r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' H# q: G# A) j! b. K+ m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 b: O+ J7 h* j1 a8 Y5 Z2 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 D8 c1 d6 V) A# I, z" V% }1 xHow you tried to set them free,
2 p/ M, p$ j7 j, L0 X8 Y& f& k9 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . [. ]3 ?. Y3 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) W% u/ C8 a" h# g( R" P QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( U, F4 c ?% G( B6 S' ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 s8 d( j* p& o2 o0 ^/ ]5 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % V" K7 F5 i f! J5 y6 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 d# `/ e6 f4 @: yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ @' K/ n7 U6 P1 B0 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! S% [, c0 t3 N/ E+ a* vBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# i8 O, Q/ Q* Z mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " B% z7 [. k5 @6 U3 W. M( n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " X9 H3 ^0 J. Z$ J9 W" _7 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / I5 t, v! O) r2 S9 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / z+ G; N) O: c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 Z1 p- b: Q: b8 i' f5 N0 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , O* D3 u: B f4 G2 ^, N
How you suffered for you sanity,% I2 O! @6 x; W8 w% T$ {
How you tried to set them free, / E8 e+ U+ J- ?- A& _; x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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