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/ ^: B- c1 _/ c$ R* Z+ H% }, |* QStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" f) o( S+ l: G( A* P5 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 H+ H5 B9 t% K% L/ [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 T( r$ y; ?5 c8 U8 c) `0 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; D) q9 f4 l! R( `! R5 m9 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 ^0 a m9 T9 ?. c$ V% V4 p% ?9 jHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 }, L3 z$ B. R5 N4 H. \* z
How you tried to set them free,
& l5 U" ]3 o6 f8 t( s1 N$ vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. b/ H8 b8 E3 { w( n. ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 a! ~9 |. y3 d$ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, c' R4 \% }' }. V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; k2 P5 e& ?+ J; B2 _9 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 Q# `# m! n% F% c) ?8 ~3 F: kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * ^ h' D( E' X' k/ X3 r2 W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 n/ F. w' J% \. y8 \6 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% m$ W& \6 O/ F8 wBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 v9 N2 T& w4 g$ C8 f! J7 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 }( X# _* B% [! K" P
" E& @7 o; z. Q! B! {% G$ oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / A6 w( ^7 K8 I% w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! X! u, @- v8 j( B/ \) xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - o) N9 ]. Q( a/ m
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,
1 ]8 _- I$ t$ L- I. _1 |How you suffered for you sanity,5 r) N" S: q0 Y* ]0 }* X( E
How you tried to set them free, , {$ R* @# j+ a
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( i. {, Y; e) a! g. hPerhaps they never will. |
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