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( Q% a- y, \% V, F( k" l5 I3 qStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 e) j. |5 i5 Z9 o5 C( ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " F7 e7 {$ S8 d1 S5 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' X0 _" p: G7 X/ U) ^. R7 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. F Z+ G$ S ?" iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 T1 c; @, j) d- c% f7 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 ~; X7 B2 N1 }How you tried to set them free, ! D' ^+ c' R4 \1 R4 ?' R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 T6 \' H1 m& i* a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . n. T% n0 K2 V+ k( r# M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 o1 V7 {/ ` p) ^: wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ h. C& U4 o& ?7 L) ZWeathered 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,
, Q) D* u3 T! T: P+ JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * u5 V7 k& q+ n" R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( y2 v- [* H$ |8 MBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 ?6 R+ E. c2 X5 B1 `0 y7 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 M; O( J1 h7 v0 H! v F3 N4 C) MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! @& m( [- t8 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 }. ` o j$ lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# }+ Y# M3 [, s6 y7 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- Z7 g& o! j. L D3 y6 K8 S0 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - Q1 i+ @. \3 c/ H% q
How you suffered for you sanity,7 H8 p* J8 [0 f; B. W
How you tried to set them free, * M7 M( K# J: k, M" y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( z; `) } P/ [; ]0 ` b8 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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