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+ R I; }/ g0 T: l6 v& \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ U6 c( W+ T A8 |5 z4 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 r6 j; }* W+ E8 R; T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 h v/ Z% \( T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% y% y" R4 a- q' q ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 Z7 \, U; S& h0 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ x7 X1 V y7 l1 \How you tried to set them free,
8 l* R. ^% G# q. y. N9 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 Z- j* r: l) @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* F; g! X% K2 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: n+ K7 F9 u4 z% A1 t4 u, UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 x8 @! L" x$ {9 b) H- EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # A. J& H: ]% ^6 J* Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ G1 h/ T% Y& F- p. ~) DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 i1 k& m; _* _9 O/ s! f- \4 A, gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 d& m9 M) X2 V" CBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. V5 m( X% c/ vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
b/ f" K) V3 r8 t4 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" f5 f% ^" y& ~ @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 a7 o: s/ U! j% Y. V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ z8 C6 y+ O3 [& T7 R3 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ j" W0 r* U3 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
. t0 l$ d7 m0 k# Z' ` \0 C* WHow you tried to set them free,
9 l! w* \" U7 j; r" uThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' M y& A8 ~. z' c. g& m4 K% C2 x
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