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2 V6 h. D& p* f) b9 `6 U- OStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! C& t, y9 A$ l+ F+ n6 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 R% b2 U+ K K8 {0 `- R- A' b _( T$ f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! P# X B; S4 ~' c+ u, Q8 E5 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. n9 D- l* V& u0 c% N, z2 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 U [( `2 Q! j; y$ Q& q7 w
How you suffered for you sanity, " P) g7 @: Q- \" ^9 P
How you tried to set them free, ' y" }( ^$ ~9 C( Y* ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' s" Y( s* V( B9 k1 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ L; s' Y1 g7 T/ l7 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , ^3 j6 G, F9 d% @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 X% U# g. b9 ^- S: \1 ~! i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / E2 U; @; `( T( p" b; q0 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 u7 ?- E& w, VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) y) r* \/ c2 ^7 lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ S/ F! P( j/ MBut I could have told you, Vincent, , x* s5 F3 _, l; T; N& x" D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' _3 w7 g4 p9 ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- a8 O3 E! n9 v4 [. I1 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 x% ]; n3 ^8 e: a" X& [$ @3 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, m$ i' }1 \( M1 O0 e
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, W) {6 e/ E* u- l T& ~9 W
How you suffered for you sanity,/ I! k) Q. t) |% `
How you tried to set them free, 6 O5 `8 \# `8 j: S$ U! U( I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# s& O6 U3 \! v: z0 cPerhaps they never will. |
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