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# X& r. U( z* X$ RStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 h1 n) |2 C6 d! Q! Z x9 v# H6 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' y: t0 Q# q, T2 K7 W0 L- u4 M" v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 q1 _% o7 Z# M7 L# i" }, W, Q @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # W$ B: X2 @. E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. C' |, P' a' v) X
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 n/ ~6 t0 U+ l0 |: T& zHow you tried to set them free,
$ T P" P/ e# Q. W: [1 a( j2 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- p1 K5 {$ E4 I& t! {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % X5 ?7 ]: I2 t( C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 e1 z2 |, l6 S- |4 wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
A! ]! h/ c2 f9 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 p& t6 }& X+ a# j. xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # }: u( R0 I2 y5 i3 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # z! T" r- U/ p. u6 Q! ]4 }* m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: [/ w4 s& E4 Q R0 qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 [% v) e5 M9 C) b5 d: A8 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , B: o4 H' z" V8 Q/ f+ ?# {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 }3 H2 c6 R1 {/ J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ d, @: [7 m9 a' P! M% s7 \4 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . p, m! }+ ~: ~5 O6 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: i' e- E+ {2 h& V. D0 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 U6 i# O1 N/ E1 o1 [& tHow you suffered for you sanity,$ L& o9 R/ r5 O P; @' ]4 E+ [( Z
How you tried to set them free, ) T, X; Z, M: k9 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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