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# {6 i: k* y5 q" a4 I, OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! Q$ }5 v7 t/ s" G1 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 o# |3 X" s5 S' a1 H4 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 F/ J9 E* h( Y9 B* K( Y+ _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 \: e/ Z3 M/ p+ y U# o* HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, z2 H1 w" p) [( ]) T
How you suffered for you sanity,
, X* R, {; j; P* w% E1 r# m6 ~! YHow you tried to set them free,
* r# I+ m6 b3 J5 }* a1 k3 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - y) U, Z3 O$ t6 s. M, N; q# K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) N( u9 F/ B7 _8 T. O+ [) z L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( T6 w/ c0 Y2 D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 b- V0 x( v. f1 |# j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 p% d6 j- q c( Y) G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( p. N# F2 F& e7 ]) _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 d8 o- J! B( W% _. f8 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 l1 I0 N8 Z8 G5 t0 W- ABut I could have told you, Vincent, ) n3 z+ ^; e: I4 [% l& F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " R" W% H- k7 W( G8 t& J* E' L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; j4 b% w$ `7 U- E1 Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ N4 d X( A: V4 G; wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- h& `, G6 u7 _3 Y6 AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: U1 T5 \! r/ f3 r8 i) ]& b. qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
o( f8 ^ {% M6 H* M( ?How you suffered for you sanity,* j: f5 k' @& q5 k: R
How you tried to set them free, , ]9 r* Q- N& T. M z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 C1 d. r, X/ |0 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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