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! I: B* ?* E( m" E4 V/ e: i" TStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" e( `6 ~6 ^+ W' ?/ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& S7 k e& ^- I1 `' \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, f# P$ g! n9 V# ]3 ~- UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ d: y7 P4 p8 O+ B! g+ \- eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ @, K* ]/ K0 \# U5 O9 Y }% p
How you suffered for you sanity,
; R4 j; Z& q2 W, `/ v6 xHow you tried to set them free, 4 w+ d; `* U, g1 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, Y5 Z3 x n, }/ D& d vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! l/ g; w+ b+ x5 T4 @0 Q5 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 r- H. o8 ? C) E" {& T+ JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 u2 g, U+ R8 W. [' y' pWeathered 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, % H% J+ c, ?% x9 _( y% w5 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' ` @6 J/ u# h2 x. n
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 A# G% V$ O, W+ |, K$ s. h" e
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! z* j$ t( z# w$ G( V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) R8 k6 P' C% t$ T; oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 P; b/ V3 x# \! GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 ]2 z; m. F- p0 F i/ bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 W2 O7 f+ [! Q6 _1 L# u
' U- L/ k. |) p1 U( j4 S) H. Z9 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 w9 |( N2 w9 A" Z; r
How you suffered for you sanity,( Q2 c( @: T$ s2 [- D2 C- j G! P
How you tried to set them free,
" u: i; _# a* R4 }7 nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. {, U4 D: h" c9 j; [Perhaps they never will. |
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