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$ T1 h3 @2 }4 yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# }5 m+ g8 H5 q2 ?) x- Z4 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + j5 ~: D2 F! a* d; \0 g5 b7 b; \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 v; z9 F/ x$ Z* B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 W2 R2 R1 y" b& f! lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' g2 h* k1 I: p `6 t+ ]+ YHow you suffered for you sanity,
! f0 F" e; _" e: o# w& AHow you tried to set them free,
0 S' B U- {. JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ S, ]( G; ^, R3 U2 q4 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" L5 e$ p0 h1 a7 a0 E+ k/ SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 Z7 [: C, C! }" UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - M3 J1 B/ b) S0 s, q1 F+ j8 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' g0 [ @* N* t7 z" x; X5 P) E
. i% u9 B3 w; j" T% U0 n& N1 v- [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 ]* S) F- @, ~( p9 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# | H- l' G: r5 e9 A+ d1 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' V8 }& g$ t% Z' R/ DBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 I# Z+ d! T6 {2 a+ J* T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ w3 k n' p# u1 J( P. a- \; sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ]7 ~0 F& h0 x. L" \; OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " ~: y% k: K; k5 t$ Q/ E4 G6 z5 l: E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) _: W! n) {$ |, n+ v" y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. @" d9 \8 c( B/ P# C: oHow you suffered for you sanity,/ L* |! J9 Y# t* C* e( R4 P! T* q1 p
How you tried to set them free,
( v' y+ |2 r8 s# r5 W5 p) ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ M' q& |+ T- r4 ]& [9 l4 B% mPerhaps they never will. |
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