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, v. y! z& Y# w1 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 G9 \% D- V" ^2 @ w5 FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 z6 h. _/ t+ uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 c* |7 S' h* G3 g4 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 }- O9 z9 H5 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ~: V( P5 |; C1 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
; }( O0 p6 R5 e( C1 n! K* h( VHow you tried to set them free,
- A! v2 Y i cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 O+ K! r9 ^6 m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! V7 E" G& }" G1 ?7 s2 ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 W5 ]8 I( T9 T v3 a4 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- U( R) K% Z& x C: F; c; UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 X2 s) ~7 [ J+ Q x, Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ s4 b: D) w' T6 I7 _. l" g9 _. mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, Z; z* ?% O2 {# nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ F; R0 d% b; v( C: {* E! d( SBut I could have told you, Vincent, + D: l: I: p |$ \1 t* G; E. H# N! l+ o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 @; _5 R/ d' l. H+ zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' j2 I# U- H+ C! g. H# m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( L5 V$ m$ Y, b1 z; [1 \# v" D7 R7 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 X% q* a" S& J" Q. R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * Q3 ~3 \8 ^( m: Z/ [$ G
5 L7 ~; r( v6 ^( H i6 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! u' ~- [. h) S3 m, `- fHow you suffered for you sanity,' H# N. Y) L7 m% K; }
How you tried to set them free,
, E' [% h" J- Y3 a) y6 H% rThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 [( \8 i/ x, d7 L6 Q( f: l
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