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8 F" }* O8 g7 B IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" L1 M8 t, f' p) m' t/ OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% H+ _- v7 n, m7 r) OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 e7 m$ u, v0 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 F0 I5 q' b7 i2 S. n6 {5 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 e: a& V; \% ~! D& k: C5 ^8 Y# h
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 f% l5 }7 w+ d4 G
How you tried to set them free,
) I7 }& ?1 j. H$ N0 y# ^; ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 v) n0 P0 a) {; N9 ^/ N9 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 |6 n3 f4 Q7 G gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ Q* X2 e' M( h0 u9 B# p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; Q" Y# \ D6 m$ C0 i8 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - a5 a" @6 x8 ]$ J S, I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 D0 Q# U+ m: `; Q ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - D5 F1 Q4 ?3 W* C1 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % X6 w# `7 D7 b5 z7 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 h6 z. k" Y4 G* E" n- W9 Q# C: u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 X v- N4 h4 A& R+ M# F' c0 ?
9 `2 q( S& |. ~- [9 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; ^4 @4 c* ?4 [+ g; f# X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* l7 r/ b7 u. F8 E; `6 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ i7 J0 A5 R5 `! J, n7 x+ TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 p5 c" h! o. m6 O6 }: c
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. B$ K# r" f! A7 y" SHow you suffered for you sanity,
; I7 B% f' h7 N3 }$ B: O! T0 }1 fHow you tried to set them free, 0 T9 O3 c' p& k" D+ O
They would not listen they're not listening still, : }3 K( ?/ E& E+ K8 d4 D9 ]
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