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! Y5 }8 x6 `" L8 E( {* D: K# sStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 T7 T$ _$ Q$ N6 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : X: {2 f p! j* a! |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 c: a' ~5 k, T- b8 Q6 ^ O8 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( m* p+ O" ?; y- ^- n6 p: FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ a* a2 \. M8 X# lHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 P$ m5 Y2 }& n$ B7 O& UHow you tried to set them free,
) b. S! t: ^; ~: R$ V# i8 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 E6 u" J: o6 F3 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 s0 E+ F4 ^& A" ?3 Q1 v5 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, e' n3 m( |$ q1 ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' U+ R! D: X5 R) ]+ k% oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- x; h I- D" ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. W$ J- o R" ^7 V& AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ `; K2 S# _& j7 J) w" GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' I0 ]9 d8 C, R0 S9 O6 fBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) |9 g# e6 Y* ?9 r5 D* |) M! {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : \& H9 m2 ?& h8 c
0 ] y& R) n4 \" N# U! a2 Q/ m: w) NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % K1 W4 S" F' `, l; Z" j' Y9 |2 w' C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! f. g+ D* u; A4 F6 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ l7 Q, g2 V, DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) X* E1 W \! I" P) J. P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' M, q2 ~5 S6 i8 P
How you suffered for you sanity,$ E* r9 g# H. `5 j9 H/ m% a
How you tried to set them free,
) j( I. S7 w' O2 l, n. sThey would not listen they're not listening still, " x6 y \8 S2 C5 C& M
Perhaps they never will. |
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