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- g1 S- D9 a4 @9 \( | a6 w. QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ V1 `5 d) c( U; yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 h$ ?7 H. q& _, h- T& M' Q& H2 pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 k0 D' d! D+ I3 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ c7 `# w7 T$ i0 @. H0 C$ T6 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,& x }. B$ M. c* f
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 Y' g! A0 l+ a$ a1 p& o
How you tried to set them free, b3 W' o+ M! a) T. ^: G& Q B& N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; ?3 H: I* ~4 V1 i& H7 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 q5 D# q: |8 |, F! U" r; ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 h. o, H |; M4 j# ?( k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: a( h5 ~' {5 D' j0 z2 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 h& L" d* p, T5 h1 n2 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( Z+ ~) N6 P8 J) y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 T; J/ q. K h+ a! _But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 t# d) ^/ c4 W) q: [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - V/ E3 q2 r0 ?5 g4 `
! T" x* X. R3 ~! M2 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 W/ R, D# _2 F1 y% c; W& @8 b: ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + I+ f# ^: w2 \) Z; s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. P' j! x( W7 W0 b3 v8 m7 uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # f* n1 q# x8 _% ^' F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 Z5 k i% f4 S9 N2 \How you suffered for you sanity,: f c2 f( ]( s# Z+ ~& L7 O
How you tried to set them free, * ?8 F* P' \+ [1 Y; ~$ j
They would not listen they're not listening still, " Q8 p( l7 f3 F! K. c
Perhaps they never will. |
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