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/ g, V0 v: O1 s' @/ sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 S0 B9 E1 I: c9 r! i! c! ~+ \' p7 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 B9 f) C4 L8 }; RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 }. j8 Q3 A7 @! o, V5 V: JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 J! Q5 X8 h+ b/ oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
B, ?2 \0 f% }! tHow you suffered for you sanity,
. j' N/ }& D. T u- y4 x) p- B, bHow you tried to set them free,
7 x8 w) D; Q; b VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 ^; {) q- w* G( i2 P0 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ a9 N" e: T& N7 r- K7 o( GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, V* d; [" ^' h. @5 a; DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 a: R2 ]( R0 V* h" a4 HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 l0 {0 v: Z2 l x M1 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ a9 b2 N; s) j, n7 \/ jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 [0 ?, i4 v/ qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 |: T* t4 U$ G* LBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 x, S6 h$ d2 F. }* f: E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: T$ ?+ {3 w2 s+ ^; RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 g3 y( K, H! J2 h6 a! ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . V. [1 B8 U* [& y8 L. b2 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ V" X! P& I. ~+ O7 K; XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( I# H G9 q1 h4 F0 ]7 g: K; P
How you suffered for you sanity,' O, g, _& f4 w9 v0 r2 Z9 g. J
How you tried to set them free, + g# D& z: T1 e) R" B
They would not listen they're not listening still, B( _3 t, A7 X g3 f- }
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