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+ m7 o. Z( g0 K: o' `* fStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ F6 c/ |3 a6 |7 G$ HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) ~6 X/ ~: O, s- w# e3 u/ \5 [, EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 n- U6 _: L5 p* W( j1 ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ [+ n" N3 g% ]& N* ^+ LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,+ V& @: \; K1 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
* F) `6 S; q0 ]( L% GHow you tried to set them free,
' V. I1 |' k) J2 R. z, rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& W) o3 r* ]% j5 H$ M. |1 S% vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + A, K* P# h# b* g& h+ Q; f/ C. }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. n& V# R) ?$ @+ e4 |" N; W" YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 |1 y: }, v8 I3 I$ y0 a* J! D
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,
* f2 E+ q# c4 {, KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' i7 d+ q! e G. t) P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ w& [# ~; V7 k. o/ R' W+ U# z& K5 lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' l9 o8 ?1 f0 [1 X Z2 w- Q# pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 q9 I3 d- l( d% C6 n- \
& v+ e( Z5 w/ g' z3 n' p0 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 H: v. ~* ?' M8 _1 g2 B% JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) U2 N2 P7 I1 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 ^$ k. ~3 Z) A4 s. t b1 BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : Y$ [( p4 V9 r( c9 {0 N P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, + U3 t( u4 ~; S1 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,# X, o9 ?) y: V& a c
How you tried to set them free,
0 [5 |, |" A: I+ KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& X& Y9 v- v& T4 c9 [; u1 q tPerhaps they never will. |
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