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, a3 F; F2 z `. m- f6 \+ YStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# \- l) p$ {: x: ^2 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , S8 b9 p+ ?' P9 I/ u( Q$ {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! n) B! l: j9 n. qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) y& K& u) U! v* d5 `4 s z: R7 Y8 XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: `1 A5 m) P. T2 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 c' M f/ G- S3 C( u7 A% @% t. SHow you tried to set them free,
1 _# S/ M6 H' U0 s& {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ^. T5 x& e- T: D$ F( d/ ~: ]( ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* m5 w& f3 K! t2 G+ C- ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. h* K: f. ~ T/ }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' L" O5 V5 A. S2 q+ aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * j( R. Q" z+ O* j% U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% {0 Q& [& m, J. f0 e; r o3 Y" }2 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( b+ N" V% p( s7 }; f) _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ l; ]# y5 B2 L( D1 X4 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 k# I4 o+ j2 a8 ?, o- c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & z1 R) S' p3 ^7 f8 p, R6 k5 f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" y* M. M( j+ T3 _+ x T7 o# H: wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * ^, a: b/ N6 x. ]* U( O# a* U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- C. f( ]$ A7 d/ ^8 k% c+ hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. M9 Y* c) R. |1 n2 ?0 ]) c" qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 k1 k& S+ u+ \$ k E) @( p6 qHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 l& v2 [1 J, ]- q9 z1 k# THow you tried to set them free, 2 ^% T9 v8 k# P4 W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ Z2 M I8 o4 |" `. {Perhaps they never will. |
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