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9 n) W! _8 c! W7 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& E4 W! C6 z! W1 R1 z4 v w3 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# Y x7 W' E. }, N( d( EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: [5 r$ W4 t$ o2 R5 l4 u) a! jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& z8 t0 M% \: S' K* U8 m8 N: pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 B, h6 {) i0 C1 H
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 X2 o5 D% q) i* K3 A7 z' ?
How you tried to set them free, % g7 j3 i) h* R# O; D, X; e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 x. ~$ M) _7 \" n) f0 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - j# j" V8 v6 E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 T2 h0 u0 {9 X, s# f3 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 R1 _+ v/ r; h) `1 n7 R1 y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . L6 T- I% A; f8 Y: d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 y, O0 a# @% u- p H1 q, M. @; C& y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 h0 D0 V1 w2 ^/ YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 G; D3 ~& F5 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
! C2 p4 Y( }3 l/ s( DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 ]# O" h, Q0 s- ]: ^0 L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 b$ f) _8 z: J" ?# c( ?; l2 ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 z7 F O1 P1 z6 z* V* yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / f6 h3 x8 ]1 e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, `3 O" b5 H8 R& RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 [0 Q( y# U% G6 q0 _! b
How you suffered for you sanity,6 V, x2 L$ [8 |0 K- o7 Q5 c. S6 R
How you tried to set them free, 9 m3 h/ T! m4 k8 [" ^% _# I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! Q5 _0 _- G) |- y7 P8 PPerhaps they never will. |
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