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8 Z, T' B( K9 D7 pStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! x, n# z, @* W. g9 }, d) z% tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 D% J% m6 m& e& b0 X( G8 q/ l" g, AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
R. B( i7 c/ j: Z" ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( o9 s# R x- ~4 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& b; `8 f X7 P3 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
' E- G/ K/ [" a" s1 B; yHow you tried to set them free,
- {* E3 X; ^+ ~% c0 d9 l6 {& PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ v9 T7 T1 ^8 e' { h. W* RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ]$ N3 |0 ?( Q7 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 G1 |' F* O6 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 `3 k: O/ k' N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 s; [4 m5 D. z: ^# X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % X7 Y5 ~& s- f M: {% ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 `4 W! q5 [# P* f# v3 V% s) C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
T, M- ?+ ]1 G1 B5 a: Q4 P5 _7 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" k. |% ^$ Z; h% nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % R; Y8 o8 g) R& }+ Y+ h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& n9 x- M0 T8 J5 v& p& [4 a& J% ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 D: d9 S# j7 E; z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " h1 Y" `( Z# T& h/ w7 {% T( N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ M$ y7 b7 R/ [# x7 yNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- a+ F3 g. T3 c/ HHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 g' }8 V# v0 B# ?* V0 T( l0 k* s. KHow you tried to set them free,
3 g7 @* U9 y9 e cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 v( a6 s: u7 ]" [: |& E. EPerhaps they never will. |
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