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1 U m4 H1 |% e7 V2 J9 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: W5 d& p( `- ]( n2 J6 ~' r1 V3 F+ ?' m( GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' R# ?" M6 \. jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ o1 Z, N' w, |/ s8 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; }- o9 k- M' H9 k0 D5 d: z' ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,' G9 [ T0 |1 j8 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
: e1 U7 t( b- r4 G1 t/ pHow you tried to set them free, # D2 |! e; r7 [. g! q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + W+ @. Y- x9 U6 ]+ K! y( w% `" _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 |* W# n! C) i/ x4 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, D" c8 E! V8 j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! O, j' a% R0 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . f$ ~/ W6 `( p3 g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ {* r; W5 j. w; KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 u& U% X+ R$ w5 k( [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 n$ k j' H6 ]8 V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 {' O; x4 E4 q3 t/ d# P" v/ XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; d3 y% R u% h' j6 c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * @0 q6 _# _7 \- U* q( f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# A0 k! U6 X {! F \( SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: H& Z" t6 X6 w" R2 I, FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / W2 ?- o& D9 z8 X* ?6 z8 @. U
How you suffered for you sanity,9 Z& s) S+ r" N* i
How you tried to set them free, $ K% w' |! E; m6 V, T" T: O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. o" W7 l# \6 T) M* Q+ [Perhaps they never will. |
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