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# M% W+ @8 w z9 [% u1 i& jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* R! p' n% C5 D$ Z( d* N# LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + Q+ C, Q& q" M6 L/ x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& x, n9 K7 A' T: p! Q+ VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! [* B; w8 F* E2 p3 `, o% z% O& ~% F: @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 I7 i8 O( [4 B( E( \How you suffered for you sanity,
6 W8 Z2 U r5 x3 QHow you tried to set them free,
+ w3 [% ^$ _6 M3 k- A+ C2 s9 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 U- Q! ^+ [5 ~, M8 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ b8 ~! [6 b" U4 U0 ^& nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 U F. ~) A1 d7 a q4 x9 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 i3 c5 d: c/ R2 X$ P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - I2 b% k9 i' G; S. E o7 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, l! E5 }- K5 z- w; X, e2 i' fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 j2 Q' c d Z; s, [# L9 t- KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: p, L6 N. H# `, \7 gBut I could have told you, Vincent, & b, M2 V& C& v3 E- w" `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # ]: o! }( F! o" _. M: [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. B! Z* D) w0 c* i: ^7 Y! K+ O5 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : u. p' q3 T4 O' K% F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; m- ~1 q# F3 {0 _5 L, s' D* pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 U( J9 o2 D* G( {
How you suffered for you sanity,0 ~0 m! x- e! l! _7 m* m3 A; w* d
How you tried to set them free, + _' Z5 f/ Q& n( ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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