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, Q7 g' o; p! @. EStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 }+ k; t( f" Y6 o/ R6 a VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 e( g/ R$ x D/ [% u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! a7 X8 L0 Q" o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' i* h% F0 @( Z/ NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 V8 u ^2 c3 a! k8 w
How you suffered for you sanity, ' @. a# x6 g" u3 r% @
How you tried to set them free,
" ~ U6 L4 u5 K0 M" }( j1 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 |! d, p( F7 ~! FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' g5 a; ?$ _8 V C# Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 C1 V9 C0 H8 _4 h( b( V- L) f. V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # R# p- P! i5 `1 s
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, 8 a$ k( ]' a( J' V7 ?( H1 A& X& \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. |- R* A) _, ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, O. X. ?4 i" k4 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 U3 v& P2 N, G. H. aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & [( I3 k9 j4 M6 w1 y$ V& u
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
c) T& }0 b4 l" \4 w& H6 s7 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; a4 @6 T& T/ u, H! `: ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: k% N7 R" m0 Q9 o/ z" l- _9 VThe 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, 8 ?( G7 h3 p( [- i
How you suffered for you sanity,; s: e' V( z. g
How you tried to set them free, 1 T% N, j+ D, H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, u% Z3 L6 L9 I& Q, F; N2 kPerhaps they never will. |
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