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. D) Q4 l ^# bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 L. E d$ n* G2 P1 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. M! ]' D$ c: L& S+ @/ J( JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: k+ ]& t. ^% P; t7 dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 o0 C0 R4 u5 }5 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- [+ S% s4 m, U7 M
How you suffered for you sanity, " y/ k" h" Q! ?8 J: T b
How you tried to set them free, ! N' O7 f' x* n5 B9 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + c# ?& m4 _' X# m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
G8 C) j9 d$ Q8 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) W9 s) X- L. J1 Q8 T0 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( L/ F3 v! X+ b. B) t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: @. H7 L% q: s( e& `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . e" ?% A Q: X" y4 ~0 v1 N7 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 {" N* o/ \+ f" i4 E f8 u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ?2 |4 O: a8 d {$ t! d$ fBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( T! R+ ]4 K$ T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 y# \( W2 j6 Y. ]; f3 RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" d* P& p7 j5 ~) ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 O. F5 c- \2 j0 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) P1 r0 V3 j5 R" B3 y1 l l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! J( S0 r) v' f0 I1 @+ ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; _) g( T7 s9 {' N4 I
How you suffered for you sanity,
* D' ~( f; D; r' v; QHow you tried to set them free,
: |# v8 K9 z9 |. }: |They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 q$ A( E! r8 C# x3 \8 D+ yPerhaps they never will. |
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