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. e1 n# h( d1 nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: H0 ~& T# Q3 M! {% kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . u( B4 }* v: g. o' ]. |5 M4 Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 U' b; D& p) oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! y# _3 y! F: \$ o8 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 j, E2 c& H2 C7 X4 Z- c) O) n6 L0 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
; B6 @# B5 h d6 lHow you tried to set them free,
4 r9 `9 d8 ?( p% P$ u% tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 b Y8 x" X, Z' q3 B* F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 x( u& [4 K T7 h* {/ wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ z0 Q, `8 |2 `0 K! W: x; QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. Q9 o, \* o2 ~5 L1 k5 B5 @$ ^, L! MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 O, v6 _, d; g( t, d" T9 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# j( E3 _: L- y, L3 O% w+ w: LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) J( P4 P# j: o, g. L1 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 A( D" C' [) IBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 t ?- g2 {) Q% fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 x2 V6 W- K/ ]0 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & Y. h* @3 E' t5 {6 q! L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" O5 }/ {% w _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 g0 |% g! X; _0 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 |7 u" h7 F# H# v1 l0 O0 M) Z4 H UHow you suffered for you sanity,% a; Y- z3 Q8 p9 i. e Z- i
How you tried to set them free,
7 b: Y5 [$ j9 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, - M! o7 q; _% D7 U% l+ d
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