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" Q. C" @% n1 ~+ QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 t' U( w0 [! n! qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
N1 J, t+ L: k; g. KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! d2 v* y9 g F Y" q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# Z3 _& k; n3 q/ hNow I understand what you tried to say to me," @; [7 o0 k" d* T- ~& B0 O
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 y$ D% N0 H" [% r8 }
How you tried to set them free, * ?& b+ C& A/ Q8 L& \$ o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 r% ?: e9 G- l- F3 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & K6 U+ |+ y1 s' W. p/ |0 |9 T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* S8 c$ v5 [/ K; p1 t; l' bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 d* q. G' J+ x. \- @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ B7 j* c v; m! i1 _( K" q; uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& ]0 q/ g& m. i7 u! E7 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - l/ S, V) ]6 e- C6 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 p$ q2 H: r7 ^- i0 E" qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 c C; h4 ^0 f# S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - |2 T6 y, [- k0 v- b8 B1 J4 I
0 g- g N: _- m8 |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . Z& M _9 {* \' x c: Z+ S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - t2 F W. s- |- _0 Q( K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 M5 x5 v/ D8 i. r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ D4 l5 Y% N+ c9 Q% tHow you suffered for you sanity,
, m: T2 h2 D6 ]How you tried to set them free, 8 J5 `! Q+ e! g# t" p# a) e
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 L4 Q4 O0 g E1 k
Perhaps they never will. |
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