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5 Z$ s0 A6 @1 R- p* { PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 \! I5 }' x1 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* J' F: n1 g6 T0 G) m- ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ k/ r$ Q/ _3 s. s0 M& l% wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" K* }4 o; S# O% P7 i9 R& X/ pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 V2 J$ o! r6 j' m) ]
How you suffered for you sanity, ' s/ W, f3 M: c; i( z( Z a
How you tried to set them free, 7 {1 q( X8 f: D# K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % M/ g: C0 A' X3 a( ]6 ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" w6 ~ @' x# K. ]" [2 r: hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' \9 \" R/ m4 |6 d2 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 @+ ?2 s3 y( 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, 1 z3 I/ V4 x) z# `- X8 R9 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , ?7 p- K8 y7 x4 ^ X' R& \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ V$ t, Q1 `# v$ t, \; c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# m6 [ U: Y! |# I! p/ xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 N5 {3 w4 k- C# ?- r {% I0 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) ~2 {( M( P( s7 {0 M1 Q0 `6 b6 J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) u+ h1 [5 j% q: O. Q0 `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, ' l7 O& X& \1 h, u, n
How you suffered for you sanity,' ~% W% N3 z. U, M/ E
How you tried to set them free, 3 G: K1 G1 L( f$ g
They would not listen they're not listening still, & g, }/ O5 V3 G& B' t( _1 d
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