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( Y/ i! W1 H7 Z+ P U! IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 {5 ` B4 r' D+ k3 P4 n9 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , G& c% A% h/ [* Z; B4 |+ u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 ?4 W& i: q6 F, @- Z! q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 \% t" A8 k4 |+ c. E6 B: `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 r( {% S! L# Z" O- v: \3 @How you suffered for you sanity,
1 E5 z8 }9 F# y( aHow you tried to set them free,
2 Y, t/ n, k F MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) c& ^! L" @' C% T- @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 f( \+ I s0 w2 t: n1 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' z+ I; A* [' n* d( c6 b7 NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % U3 b! ]) {$ i" ^
Weathered 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,
; ~5 \$ _! ~- C/ q' ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 i( C$ y: @2 ~' u" z- X1 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, ?* v' N0 c( b5 t8 R ?+ |5 P* h- HBut I could have told you, Vincent, * ^. O" O( n$ @+ `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- h N6 z/ {+ e4 k8 U3 @2 S) Q/ JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 r2 [; b) d3 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - T1 `, E% g2 h6 w" d, r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 r0 i! }$ U) N) F% Y5 |& a; w0 `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" E. }! b p$ A1 ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 m7 C# J" U& h& Y: k
How you suffered for you sanity,; @, x! \! M& V- _: @
How you tried to set them free, E( ]8 x5 i9 w' k# v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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