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+ E& H- s2 ~+ N1 b" U! yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% Z! T, t! v" p7 m; T$ O& Q% ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: u5 A( Y; h9 A% z. m4 I! oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 h/ b% z2 k; yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / |/ x( Y3 v6 A/ U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 ?( G8 c2 V2 }9 C: \# g1 g! B3 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 t. b# p* P& o3 V, lHow you tried to set them free,
# L# e: o) z( k2 L1 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ ?2 m D6 X5 T: a$ o& l$ RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 o* i: o! i% S; J" p: {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # E; f8 w2 P4 p _9 O1 _ p- P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& j% I- P) i. r* x% DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + b) O9 M" G0 i8 m% A. Q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 W! m; V: g: w. A) UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ Q$ C9 H, z, mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% z4 A3 l4 \9 g7 C# cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; r6 t9 x# ^ p% H( C; r8 eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" Q2 x7 `2 R, g# c4 N9 J! H+ p m& ]( MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' z! d3 r3 L# Z! k* D! CFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , x" A; T3 K, p+ h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 L( x0 v# V9 N) n! C! e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) I; j( z1 A& x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& B- M$ o+ L4 A" s( PHow you suffered for you sanity,; q3 U# A Z* G8 r) p! x! Y
How you tried to set them free, * i3 T. @$ h, T8 `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 g6 v4 x/ ~/ A
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