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# M( H6 w+ S( m6 s* P3 jStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
U: I% Y- m9 [; h! aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # z' Q$ Z) d( g+ R5 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ Q2 `8 g( l( v: K/ Q) n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 p/ N+ x' }* D3 \1 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 V! T% r' }8 a! X3 G: THow you suffered for you sanity, : [5 w' g6 x5 \
How you tried to set them free,
% P" z, F8 [; ^. Z% \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. F, q- C% N/ r; T0 L5 `2 l- b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 l0 V$ M8 d) o9 h, W4 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) Z: ^ k( E: Z- }! `) R% lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! ^5 g6 W0 i4 v1 j8 ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ E7 M7 z7 c: g- QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ P/ {. k6 r. v0 f8 u! oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ h+ _/ X4 [! ]$ CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* @ h2 w% t/ o% eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- U! n& u r& c+ r8 h" X: |# O5 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, v: J0 d. [3 b( W/ B0 H6 XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% m% ~ i5 G, A5 \ }5 s0 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; l) X" [: x1 _! @; CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; P: v: i/ v" Q( K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; G. X) X2 V1 a4 L" x/ GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 k) h1 b Y8 ?6 l7 M
How you suffered for you sanity," r" C5 u2 K I# G0 w$ L6 S
How you tried to set them free, # ^; @% Q- d9 Y# [( j
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 k# s0 l; X1 i: D3 E d0 j6 w4 ^# |0 ~
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