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}4 ?3 \( D x- ^1 w: @. @Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 B; w+ T" j; E. VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 t* v# U7 o- j6 ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! ]! F" z' h+ ^: ]% @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' a( k8 A) b# ^# Q; W9 w l! y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 F5 @; A1 f8 A2 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 H9 t$ `! C& zHow you tried to set them free,
& x+ ^9 ]6 M& M% J2 e( H% G; NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, O1 t' j# b; O4 `/ bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + c& W6 @3 l/ X' ?, h7 r# ]8 i) A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 q+ O! ^" ^- e& A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & E. M4 D( v0 r& T% E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : k# Q0 ]$ h; K; ]1 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- v; I% r) C& ]6 W$ ` M1 y3 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ r0 ]3 r$ @5 f2 @* b1 Y0 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 b- m% K2 \; a) u: b; N6 D, [But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 C. ?' `$ {" T: Q5 l; F, xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) \% P' ~6 x qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 x( g/ t* [' ] B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 \2 L6 v L& k" F& T% C4 [) ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 q5 {. k$ N6 u- GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! B, L% j4 o8 u' ?, W" B9 ]+ A. yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& t2 d% }3 S4 Y! `How you suffered for you sanity,0 _+ \2 a$ o2 h9 P4 j! Y/ T
How you tried to set them free, , {6 h3 o( Z# |: a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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