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: P! Q2 w7 Q3 V. {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; H* F, V9 z a8 F% n0 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 a. z$ x; c3 U0 D5 _: F$ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' `+ W7 T0 U @" v9 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 m( Z" e: J/ E+ w9 y- e, d& D3 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ b, e8 D3 _4 r+ Z' Z' o
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 d) g4 M) z' y/ H7 l+ \How you tried to set them free,
) b0 Q5 O1 m8 Y4 e, t3 I2 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& u- D$ A/ P+ Q2 ?0 rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 E8 C$ M, j2 E3 E/ d" W7 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" v: a( G( V4 Q5 H1 E4 @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 v# W! P7 ]) h! C
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, . T# f" L }# s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, F0 f( s5 J7 K3 n$ ?! f, G; G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 b) u- q9 q5 F
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 M7 x. o, P) Q5 k F8 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 l; m/ u. ^4 n
. Z: E: [ y7 d8 e, x3 _5 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- i i" e" N6 \# e/ I7 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; k( f7 V/ w J! {% F/ _( Q. _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # ]9 p8 \7 U, |. `
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 U, w! q* ]5 z1 v% VHow you suffered for you sanity,
& {1 \/ ?) d- E# b4 J$ Z5 LHow you tried to set them free, & m9 ^2 U$ q: p- P/ W2 b9 z! M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ y( I* {: Q% ^7 E' {! G' |0 OPerhaps they never will. |
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