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( \4 ~+ C1 h$ y7 m# s* U* ?) vStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 j) I9 i+ y9 B! i3 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& L4 h1 C2 z* j( g6 K% y mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 i1 Q, c, i. i i$ }6 T* ~4 kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- O3 M Z% ?' e9 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 J& {5 ?8 e; [4 VHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 b2 [9 K7 t3 [. H& S
How you tried to set them free,
6 b6 Y' y/ B: o0 h! mThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 V! ~3 \: `* n0 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # m6 A, F8 g: h, Z+ K8 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' [/ x- T, A8 L! J- M0 r/ @6 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; e$ w6 Y, H: rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 _1 k0 i5 }% {8 }' u
" t- ?7 R0 p2 V6 K* `& \4 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 ]+ K, Z$ k H) f2 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ S( r1 B: D8 E/ Q0 \) ]# `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" g7 u. }* z- k2 S' }* b8 _: v, p; s S: MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, N/ I4 |/ G, d8 P; LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , D9 R9 U0 w- W1 V
0 N- O0 x4 q9 x' g$ JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 G) A$ M5 S4 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " `, I b; |0 a5 o4 L" ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% { s4 ~/ l( V; q7 I5 zThe 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, 4 y: n9 I! A5 F6 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 i. o W* m6 a3 ]+ h$ U) a' p" CHow you tried to set them free,
! y. |9 C& ~0 B6 U, @They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 H3 Y2 r" g4 ~; r; nPerhaps they never will. |
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