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5 E& `, ?) g4 ]! GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 s* U* ]/ A9 b! o( B; ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 P: W5 M, e" E" a( v/ h' s" X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 x! j V) p. v7 S. a( `/ NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 P3 U6 B( R5 P( F9 G: l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- e+ n- \; o) b$ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
& n* o$ I: a$ ^4 v3 @5 SHow you tried to set them free, % \! i5 s) o. z D- d$ g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 p# _* ]" D6 r* \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ H/ [& p* t$ x; g) c; y6 C0 c8 f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 _) ]0 u/ p7 c! o7 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. r9 o! D5 b) b( C: SWeathered 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,
! A( C6 B0 b8 l. H2 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( e8 E+ u/ B* ~1 H$ G4 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # e" W) s9 L7 u4 u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 g+ h+ E% Y: A: I3 g& e, e7 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ u. A5 ~1 A% p. b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# f' w, O, a r7 K1 Y/ xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; ]7 Y6 D% c1 e9 \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ _) X% \4 ~" @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
z/ v( ^! Y1 |$ m3 rHow you suffered for you sanity,2 p; ^" B, J. C, {& B( ^% X) c
How you tried to set them free,
( J" T8 B. y1 [7 K! d( kThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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