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0 O' H! X8 \$ v2 y2 XStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ H R5 ~$ n5 ]7 K; m+ m$ WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + y" k7 D/ {6 t' L$ j2 m4 m( Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 c# m3 @& T3 A: r- F' h0 d2 a6 A/ H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# c) H- v9 ^9 [7 x/ c1 y" W6 [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. O# d. o. T' B8 M- b* h1 XHow you suffered for you sanity,
# V3 A% q1 U3 q& L( h* UHow you tried to set them free, & u% v$ r% w$ U& n; y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 b i1 D3 k D" K- N# n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ D6 T6 ^, M& D b k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ I$ V, P+ M0 _; V, A' O$ NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! R5 K+ I* \# z O# L$ S8 Z% U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, p, v( R( n* A1 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 B8 i( e1 H! S3 r+ g. h) u! @( s1 EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 _" _) x2 R$ {! \1 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& b5 `4 h! P6 }/ _. xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& E; `& U* k, ?9 Q# x4 PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " E% J3 `6 E% Y" W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ l% t K' N( ?+ \3 H; }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ B2 Y X, [, k2 Z% cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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% w2 p. t. b9 v3 ?# QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; p& x# }. @% I- `8 }0 ]! V; ]How you suffered for you sanity,/ a2 L `3 }7 z
How you tried to set them free,
" u8 d8 |$ P* n: ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& _7 \8 o* M8 x$ Y3 ZPerhaps they never will. |
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