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( }; k' A4 @5 [! HStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; F& B- U! _. g. p. P- X8 a4 q3 @' PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & Q8 e5 G5 g* Z3 ^* ^: s$ F$ r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ J, ^ s* u0 ~) ?$ OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Q+ L& a5 O1 b9 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, }3 h6 l- f! S. c0 T5 i
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 f" C! D- B7 w4 T6 ^( J
How you tried to set them free,
. L8 D; Z# z; Q, Q1 B. l' ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 e5 c* N; ]- Z. r3 v" W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! e* e' u* L* {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' j, ^3 N9 s8 y3 h) `/ O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" E+ w4 W0 P0 {Weathered 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, ' r7 j7 B; M+ ~$ b- S. b& T+ k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 a# [! M0 W }( O; g* W. ]5 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% p. Y" G- T6 t2 G4 x7 XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, j' q$ C; b7 E$ bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + u7 F* G! b8 E) Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 v0 v! Y1 A3 u3 b( I( t( J. BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & w Q. o, e5 j' V! ~* U$ x' b. T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- p7 }6 J( k( G% v' VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 _, N/ |& S0 ?8 p" Z$ _' z
How you suffered for you sanity,1 [/ c7 Q- W% O. ^0 [
How you tried to set them free,
% n* W3 H; {0 v! V* D8 O( PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 y2 c7 l. a3 c4 Q2 B& b% jPerhaps they never will. |
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