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$ Y3 H+ y! P+ `! W* h0 w9 Z1 ~Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& \; `" g* E9 \4 s6 S5 O9 S% I$ ^/ pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' n( K4 f. |' N9 A! {% J8 V# cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
J! c# L' b# o: i: Q: `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 Z' C4 T# E2 ?+ T8 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. V0 _5 w8 t0 l6 V% tHow you suffered for you sanity,
( z% a2 q0 {5 F7 n7 e/ p0 jHow you tried to set them free, ; Q; ~6 j3 ?3 c, b' O* b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 J Q4 E4 V$ s: r' b7 ~( f1 A! R* AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) A' x2 S, V- }/ A' [! s; k; [+ lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 g9 `6 Y# {, F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- C# a3 D$ E1 |4 ]7 _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,
' H1 J3 o9 J) Q n+ `2 Y- yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - p- k, z) i. |7 u% m3 b" E9 j; E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 \* h9 `, O0 W9 h* `2 x$ L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 r6 ]" g3 ~; Y2 u, P; t: ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 ^* a- U4 ^7 `4 C4 \
. l2 D' ]5 d# i- J- `2 G' x fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / d8 [/ b7 N" f& `8 K4 W* }. j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; D7 B9 j$ ~# H9 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 }" t5 o/ c5 I. T- hThe 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, / x! z6 X% R, s! o. h j
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 S |( C: H- v) [+ z" y1 jHow you tried to set them free, 9 e+ c& c4 B5 p' J' T7 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 a: C7 }; d0 d# C
Perhaps they never will. |
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