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- D4 x7 @9 u5 }4 I0 \, O, kStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! `9 \' X8 F! \6 Q9 D# ?: }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 S4 M- }9 t! `6 M( SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* q" m* @ U; N% j7 `8 }" S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % c. c& s4 K9 ~, T' A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 z; s' q' C7 a1 V, _+ K/ F- n5 XHow you suffered for you sanity, & k' i# V* e4 {* Z8 E
How you tried to set them free,
* Y% z9 x2 f5 V/ d5 s( YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 |9 [7 W: h8 D/ Q. y" l0 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ {& o- f c5 o2 e$ Z7 H8 r6 @. ]- N* l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ \$ M4 z" E! }, v) K9 f; oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
U+ k! y, A* {, R' {. }4 @# L. dWeathered 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,
1 i. T/ `5 e. U P8 @. yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . G* L' L3 _! N8 ~/ D' z/ C7 Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( m5 E* @5 M X6 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 F' e/ Q3 V) W1 I: y( |4 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % u$ V2 t) z$ T% D
, G7 L7 P: {4 i. `, N! xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 O' b+ s- [- h% i, z% Z6 ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. }* v/ i# I X9 y4 `8 q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 n( W s' Z8 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , e" p+ Y( c& H3 p: o" w
% W. |2 R5 v3 C6 F5 h3 l, v: n' E* MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + x: a g& k, x1 O- S( t
How you suffered for you sanity,
' h. E" \: [& K/ C& H" o' GHow you tried to set them free, - n9 b8 V3 q, \, J1 `
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) [# M) U( G% V; h- I, M
Perhaps they never will. |
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