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1 G5 ], i) e" d7 u' XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ \1 h/ {- e4 P MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! ~% } i& q6 P9 c3 `8 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* ~4 N4 i! O8 i! F( P2 y& i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 {7 m+ b. o7 f f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 j( D) ]# ^5 M3 P/ b4 lHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 S- ~9 S2 e+ u( j, Y6 L0 r
How you tried to set them free,
1 _7 W) {6 H% |* P3 E0 {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ]- a% J- c4 p& P8 b* `. tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# G3 U7 v/ R( ]% o7 u: o0 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ D0 U% c; g% C$ |% D- K9 f' Y, r2 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , _5 z5 A% D" b+ }" R* g5 ~+ S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 ~( `8 T7 s( Y; I( FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! p$ Y. ?. G2 I3 U! c: w0 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" _; t6 F2 y( Q+ [But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 l+ }; V, B( I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 l: @: `. |2 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- J' L5 \) ~" t1 H1 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 T1 s5 l7 X9 _3 U4 J& ~2 @+ \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 ^; w+ O7 U7 x( oHow you suffered for you sanity,' Q2 o% q+ L7 R7 ^+ @+ W6 o
How you tried to set them free, + t$ e) d) w8 ?7 _* G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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