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* Z; P( Q) D3 w: j. J5 L2 @7 vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ G8 D( w& Y% ^ c9 [8 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) l- r+ E& Z# ?: M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 u E: M1 k7 }3 d! W$ |+ _, [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 U. P I2 t4 y* o% z& KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( \3 u+ o+ \3 I$ w4 o
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 f6 r# g6 ~, \
How you tried to set them free, - n6 q" [0 w- A7 Q! J5 E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ b* d1 d8 d1 U7 @7 R' }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' z1 H6 d+ c* g* Z$ R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ h- B9 F2 k0 Q! E. |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / f9 }( x: Q5 q: R, o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 L# c; \. E2 k! K$ _
3 X5 F( i L5 r1 e( b# o0 B0 y( VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' o' B3 F5 @+ w+ x cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) |$ t8 G5 p% [, `8 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ E3 b, _! J' J! sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 L% h+ r. i! n+ H; }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! q8 X) W0 m' @; R1 h) Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* i; }) O: I) pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( E, h( c; ]3 \' ?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, 3 E- c1 q5 C/ m i9 @3 \" r7 n& N5 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
( A5 j% z; o4 O* d: [1 z" C: \How you tried to set them free,
$ z4 b) ?1 e% b, rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& O5 Q% c% V& U8 b! S" dPerhaps they never will. |
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