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( t9 b" ~3 O( ^" V2 ZStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' E4 a7 Q5 p/ I/ { ^3 ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 M) O3 e1 v9 {. |( D+ U3 I# y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* ]. R. K2 P8 [# c+ Q7 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 h( T6 U9 ?0 M4 u' PNow I understand what you tried to say to me," b/ s: v9 H8 q/ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
; x8 T1 K3 Z, t' AHow you tried to set them free, 6 G* P w! ], R6 q/ g; F* Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & a& ?: B& i) M3 q9 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, X5 G- m: m" o5 G( H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 C1 G5 w4 ~& O: OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % a/ ?* j, l2 p3 w/ F5 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / L. p7 w9 r- R2 o- x; |' y6 f
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, G+ ~+ L% c8 c4 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ P' h, X- r0 _- |+ p$ \6 P! ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' y! P. _4 r0 r; @/ g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 P( W" L1 W; ] PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 q$ w: C. `: aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. N. |! d# |8 E' XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) q* ?- u y3 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * S6 p. a" C% G6 W, a$ h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- ?& F0 N- `9 [9 S) U7 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . h' c: A3 c& V( P3 T+ h; s
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 Y, J/ n/ r6 K7 J8 HHow you tried to set them free,
/ r, `" `" r. wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ e: H% I* a5 O+ l, P. H' C4 `+ DPerhaps they never will. |
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