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" y9 Q' Z' \6 S8 p) qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ t& m7 b+ }) _! @2 e% p4 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) T# {8 q" |; M7 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: I5 k# v" L! T l6 g% J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; D7 [. E, i- s) h3 g: `" J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( e @# A; @% I, w2 {5 n
How you suffered for you sanity, * M6 }5 w+ |6 f8 g( ^
How you tried to set them free,
! c4 T$ G) p+ d+ \, JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* ~+ k1 Z. }, f: ?2 m4 e+ O3 bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 p/ @* T5 w! b, y0 h: }1 a; e% ~' \6 N( bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. k1 x" ?7 \% c1 H& dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: h. [* a. D" u( {) jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) O, {/ E/ U) V# I: }+ CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! m( y3 Q5 T1 X& k) hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 q; \7 q$ J3 @8 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: ?: w; L4 `/ G cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
[& p/ Q& A+ q1 i, s; Q4 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 Q, U# W: P4 \: }* B* v
8 ?- u' Z3 G* M, PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 r T- K [# M, V- I3 K( \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . i# }# u/ D& ^$ e+ L6 w3 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 G N( l# a; m: j6 K8 C4 P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' Q9 c6 k9 n, B. x" t2 }% ?$ p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& A6 u% e9 Q, a* [How you suffered for you sanity,
4 N$ @! a3 y0 [ lHow you tried to set them free,
& T5 m$ ^ N `, o, `! V; s1 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! j& R6 P1 y$ V% `/ CPerhaps they never will. |
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