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( n4 \- b: n& }# {9 tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; S& A( E% ~4 x; B8 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # C, A) f) I- E/ t9 S: X( w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, n& w4 M7 O+ Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 H. J% I- b: \9 n1 d+ `" dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( b5 D1 q1 W; `$ F% H: J1 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
& j& |: Z8 W. w9 J, j" U; EHow you tried to set them free, 8 J& y/ d9 p- ?3 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 \. W; I/ B. @. E5 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 S% ^1 `; q% U2 h: X5 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 D$ T, y ~+ YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* T0 v& A' [& i' [9 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ Q% a+ r# C: J6 r4 S! m& WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 F3 N* K# p! ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 q) S8 O. w; i& bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 M; A% y0 }' e/ v0 z$ c! wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& s/ i: z% e) BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 d# c5 H& O1 A: Y6 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, k$ ?: t1 H1 l" J C7 n9 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 @! d# D! D3 X9 b4 E% @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 I- y) C1 \9 x& L, w% `' G7 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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e8 J+ W6 L+ L) R; ^, W6 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# a S* |9 D$ o) \9 N& X( fHow you suffered for you sanity,% l9 q$ P7 B4 I6 G9 \
How you tried to set them free, * w+ G* r" ]$ `; h, c+ a! X
They would not listen they're not listening still, # ?3 @: u+ I' M- P) O m7 n. g! ^
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