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- A+ V) f9 L( g( `0 ]. \Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; G- D1 L3 t3 V! K) D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, z6 X6 k+ O3 [6 G# G% z: tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% f- v& E& M3 f" {: R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 R( _& e+ R0 A% ~. O$ |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' s3 v; ^( @, N/ T4 IHow you suffered for you sanity,
% _6 ?* t" B% Z; c( w' C5 P7 }% w) v$ WHow you tried to set them free,
( U; {8 p/ ]3 d8 F3 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 I& s" Y8 R8 N/ \' NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 u# o& K* s$ y2 U( J2 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
V5 b2 L) V) k# D2 h1 R* @% Q- VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ j6 c$ l- b# X2 lWeathered 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,
% |" E1 H& x0 X. E6 J5 p8 O" ] bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 \9 I9 B4 g6 ?0 ~# pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# S0 q8 i) S' t8 iBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 ]3 W% J, f' h- |" M0 D X, D1 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' i/ x! f7 L# J$ fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* K1 o+ a# b3 C5 U6 l4 S& ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, f8 V- G% C" Q& c$ pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 ^* b& n+ }+ ~% T1 p* l3 E4 r+ VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) X; F% @" [( B- q
" y0 a6 @: r; f5 W; u; z/ PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# [+ v& P' F& H0 a5 j* lHow you suffered for you sanity,3 [5 M: z+ Z3 B0 Z" A, Z
How you tried to set them free, " u" ~6 K/ G- a- v- b
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( l- K& R9 v1 V" c' D! A0 Y, |6 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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