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2 O/ E+ M+ n4 n1 M IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 y2 m, O4 \) _: kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, G& S+ L3 j: z: h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, R. x3 \+ A; @" L1 H% D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
G4 I& ?( s n: u& a XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, o1 o) h$ w3 d6 a, V! C3 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 `6 ?$ b3 ~8 T' l/ U- X! L/ T( xHow you tried to set them free, # s) A4 X# F7 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 `5 Y1 q' h/ X, ^; ~1 H s6 ]Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 r( o% q# F; P/ D. `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * u- M3 ~& X. d' Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 Z. h/ C. f' |! T5 [+ I, r7 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! R" P7 l% C, R! C" o3 D, ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! Z9 d8 c, _9 I' ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * N/ w0 E6 F8 i2 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 z; }3 C- ]) C" z2 }! z( D& {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" G, T2 j8 a2 R& aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 s5 z8 j. H4 L, P' W0 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* T" d. \; ^6 K* n) N6 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 ~; s$ q/ i1 W9 y: ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 z* R' {% J0 q- L5 F/ AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 c( `0 v% S4 {; c3 b) hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. O+ ^/ x# ~4 V& R9 D- }0 HHow you suffered for you sanity,$ p9 C( `' ^1 D; t, E+ A. K
How you tried to set them free,
# U3 w1 k9 z) Y+ h& y! ^7 Q9 M" U2 hThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 H9 T+ L9 x7 `
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