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O8 V1 e, A6 ^ v. ^, _Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ r' n9 Z" V7 K* @4 s, K) PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: y& {" m8 E3 T2 ^ IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( Y! `4 `9 A, ^1 y% S# a4 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 _' a, p1 v& e6 q. L4 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me, B, O8 ]- Z) l5 s
How you suffered for you sanity, ; S( H, |& \5 I( K" Q
How you tried to set them free,
: `3 Z' o- d8 A2 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + P8 k) A2 O9 Q- q r) c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ T& L8 D1 z2 _9 E6 g6 s2 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 X: |# l: r7 B& }8 y& m( @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 c/ C8 E5 Y! |0 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 o" |: R- [5 j- \9 C, EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 T V" V2 w2 V- V& Q) J, |4 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - s8 _6 ` i4 C5 J8 A- h
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! L3 Z c4 q* d0 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! N' A: j* {1 {3 w: n6 i9 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % \6 @2 I* y, j& \+ ^( ~; e+ x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 s* x# m! M0 K0 ~5 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' `1 y- t0 L# g# X6 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. H1 e) X" z1 b6 F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% y, p- A3 u# B/ x( {9 kHow you suffered for you sanity,& C g" ? Q) o2 e) Y
How you tried to set them free, ; d# Y6 ~$ m- ]: ?; k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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