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& K1 w8 O& _8 M: K3 l8 gStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 ~3 s) N+ X1 F5 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 S( x9 H- ^; Y- ]8 p# JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- J2 R/ p* K) k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. q& F$ e8 N* H- j: i" ]$ v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* r- C) d7 a' y1 V9 a \( j) dHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 D |2 f; Y8 v, I! D
How you tried to set them free,
5 } h- h' n' }0 N" p$ j z6 K8 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* {; A4 h$ p& B p t7 c- \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : `- C+ O7 b! H" o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ t0 O. y4 b' e4 B( WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, u0 j9 G6 ]) B8 h- Y5 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 f* f' o, ^/ c4 a
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: Y7 _- R& R, M- vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" z& q. m- _; c: h3 N; j7 Q; nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 }, | p6 B: ]' i v; K9 x+ z7 [& y# fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" p2 X6 l4 J1 U7 I3 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 E4 R. j$ k% K7 J" D# a; V: F! }
( {# W" n/ p7 \$ v0 \- O2 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , m2 l4 p+ P0 `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 Z1 T6 |' [! Z2 g& x8 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 ~1 ^ _; t3 T) _' {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + m8 D* `; A% Z7 i& v1 E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ U X1 I) J& v2 S! j+ {" u. QHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 {, S& y8 f* n$ w' k* \How you tried to set them free, 6 E- |- ^+ f& b
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 |) O& w1 _( a ~4 d$ _; iPerhaps they never will. |
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