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6 W8 R5 B5 r( L) ^Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- P6 Z) n5 S& u, y+ k1 P2 H1 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- V6 T* n7 z9 y' j( H- r/ y# O4 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ~! W: g! Z, Z: \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ E% y3 O' z! iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 i! M" I# [/ d0 V/ X) }( C( D
How you suffered for you sanity, : B I s, J, m" y
How you tried to set them free, 9 h% u+ ^9 m% w' ?: u1 T- ~* y6 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 A) S, u2 \; e9 h2 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 X# m3 [6 r p+ V0 W, y5 V8 r, F% l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % E( P3 H3 U; ?" T9 X7 g. C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / k- ]! j+ C- v+ Y, e/ `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) X5 T4 \( c) h0 m) YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: L5 i T- ^- J5 d+ B/ _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 \' R/ g; P: j6 r8 T. MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . l/ u0 v( T5 _7 J, E( K
But I could have told you, Vincent, , K% C6 `$ P: s# O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 z7 ^; V. f; A, I5 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * f1 A( d4 V% _0 B& T& ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 y* m7 p# q% s; NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 c4 w: ~# A+ W7 l5 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - n) K( K- ]5 z& |; T
# B( ]% I) m6 d8 b7 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 m3 \2 k0 U* S& F7 ?1 cHow you suffered for you sanity,8 m& r& _& [: i6 c( d6 y
How you tried to set them free, 8 H% @ A1 v7 K B* C! O
They would not listen they're not listening still, / G' h! ~6 [, D" e: e1 K) \2 i/ m
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