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7 n5 z* e) d6 e* V. QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, C9 d d) I5 H* ? Q+ pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& E7 @$ P+ W9 c/ bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( ~ E: D9 H* v5 B- c0 Z2 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ u! z6 z7 k# |! M/ e/ ?3 ?. QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 Z4 z+ e* Z1 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
; B! j4 Y9 l6 W6 w) u" \/ ?) AHow you tried to set them free, 1 h" M2 @! N( j' \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 R6 y4 V+ d! `. e2 U$ m9 x3 U# o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' x0 A$ r1 W* V1 C: [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, c G' E g+ Z5 ^5 o8 H# h+ YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 O" `( y5 w/ i; u- k, G/ W( y; m5 A' \! cWeathered 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, & c8 T4 S1 s; B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 i6 C2 [, z& {8 U: ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 b& f: f' D5 ~: J
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; l* h# S, f# x, l* h5 x" Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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) [1 y2 V/ I6 y" {' \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, h1 ^' K5 p. |" R; Z4 C, k! pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / Z% r$ x [& R* J# j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; O" `+ d& [" K0 E2 ?& I- Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! Y2 }, ]2 B& @4 T. O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! H: h% B, X. M @
How you suffered for you sanity,' `# b% q- D/ t" {- j" M0 Y- [
How you tried to set them free,
( V$ G n+ Z1 }0 X! WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 C8 L+ k5 t( \) ^3 A2 dPerhaps they never will. |
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