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: m' N. f% w; q4 iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; }& w; F; p- ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 M) I/ P8 {0 {8 z! I1 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 Z/ k. V0 P5 |5 U/ A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ F; U1 B g2 }! b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% W6 Z V" }3 i$ M) o
How you suffered for you sanity,
) l# Y2 A! P" d+ o0 F* v2 HHow you tried to set them free,
: U% [2 m" Y4 |, i" TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# Q; @' l* k6 O3 T' G# c. X! q- lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) ~; F: @! V) W: R+ \2 W6 x) ~' P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) o3 d: b+ Z& X( j1 T5 O f# V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 l j/ N- T) u" k4 |7 L1 Z% T$ {/ Q3 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ |8 l/ l* x% o9 ?& WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ s1 d2 X6 h2 l0 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" i6 M9 X: p# ABut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 c2 o' [' A% s6 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 E y/ ~) s& l; A( [' D* J- A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% G$ A/ R) A% {* L ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ l7 }, \( G! o. n! k9 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, r3 o# i1 O$ \8 x& o) M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ]& G }- y' ]* @4 R" E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) y! T7 a/ x3 ?* x2 M+ |8 H% m: _How you suffered for you sanity,
. e' k0 _% G6 b' T) LHow you tried to set them free, & U! |) o9 y# M7 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& ]1 N/ B ]+ L2 ~1 nPerhaps they never will. |
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