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) @9 y' r0 i6 s8 D9 v/ c }7 q iStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , k$ w, `2 D. v+ g M6 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & Y9 Z. e+ q. t }% W6 {: m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* G: [/ @5 Y# M7 g& v5 ]2 T7 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 p- V! Z% B" w7 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 K6 ?6 p4 T2 R1 F/ w) @How you suffered for you sanity,
) Q( r |9 R3 a! XHow you tried to set them free,
) i8 [" }* q1 l9 @9 [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! E& t$ z- G" ~# S+ t) m: Q9 u5 e$ BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - o, v( \! y/ a& {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - h8 ?/ z# ~/ c4 n: a' \3 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 b R0 n# n9 t* N0 @. U! UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 z8 `, ~$ Z6 p [ t0 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 m* ^2 U' P& v) }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 \, s2 G6 D+ e. B; n. r. IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ g7 l) L& M, BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 X8 b5 d5 E& F* N8 y$ tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; T) Q: W- V0 r2 n4 s4 k3 H9 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" y5 G: V! ~ G1 @& z G+ m ]8 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 z$ q2 A5 v; a8 ?" }* i5 V' wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* P" z: G# B8 L! GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 w. Q' p& m# d& B3 |. X' Q2 ~; r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 E" u2 J- [8 a$ N8 O9 n2 C$ X& D5 QHow you suffered for you sanity,. v1 r. H' Z$ {) R: l
How you tried to set them free,
6 z' u2 Z7 n. m l0 C, w& JThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 U8 x- L& t) E5 }5 n/ q
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