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2 K, d5 I: D- g3 HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. F0 U" c4 q. z: G7 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, m V, |. F( W: G( O b3 G4 t4 x" PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 y) y/ B/ }9 S/ N" Z% B6 H9 y# j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# C# z% Z% K8 k7 b u" yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( B6 w( ~8 V' @- u3 `, {
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 ?& P6 M, P- S4 J! n) [
How you tried to set them free,
3 S# }5 n$ h8 t9 }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 `6 O) \# b% ?. l4 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( w x1 o5 Y8 S- aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 h! H% z: o/ }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 V, d Z) w0 L* ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 V. @" w4 R& \2 X+ ?! {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - K* H7 m& L: Q* j p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 @' ^- G2 s3 A+ L$ P# }7 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( a( a; U" f% @% rBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( k; n6 b# V* @- YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 x: Y: y) Q9 e: g
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . a* K1 B7 q$ {# q6 ]: }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 w8 D3 c% |+ g/ R: |8 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : G" U% N8 U2 E. K: @& p* @: H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 f% O7 v3 |7 c$ ?' Z7 P" h' y
3 R) r9 y8 z% O" l2 U* jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 g# h- D% b, B# \
How you suffered for you sanity,% L- ~# _" O$ R9 o) @( ~
How you tried to set them free,
/ }2 W* L, A2 l2 F yThey would not listen they're not listening still, & q- b' `: O0 Y8 d2 I- G; S% g
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