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+ M% T5 `7 D8 DStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ `4 o5 d4 J1 f1 X$ _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 t$ v1 v0 ]. _' FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( S# \$ {2 `' t" Z7 F; v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * z8 \" B' E+ _8 d0 T+ Y5 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) |5 ~8 a" q! o) b3 n- K2 {How you suffered for you sanity,
8 [ b8 C- G! D/ d0 ^+ ]4 xHow you tried to set them free,
- f M) G r4 _* X TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# g3 |& K3 @: }% ]- C1 k! }3 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * h |/ P8 S# B; R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, P! m' Y" R6 O4 e1 e! uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( X: f, m: o% l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - C1 T& v: l; _! T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & w) _2 X% p7 v% T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( z- w( `: x( y$ ?* F; \You took your life as lovers ofter do, / h5 P+ F* {% T8 Z$ W
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 X3 Q2 u: n8 T4 F. l8 r3 }7 T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 ~1 T4 A/ s# _# r# [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 b+ \: u- @3 b3 o! _) H' b7 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 G7 m! q1 v! P% Q. f+ hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* `+ z, b- `- i) I5 ?. i. p% N( x0 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : s2 @3 s) G7 t6 O, h$ C% `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : ~- d3 z: _; y9 t" S
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 z. g; x4 O' ?! j) E: BHow you tried to set them free,
" S; Q8 J& s# n; |. H/ v3 T. Z* YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. S3 b% k" q/ ]& [Perhaps they never will. |
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