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$ h) y% [2 j7 S$ R) |. _0 PStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 i5 U8 F9 ~4 |# U/ U/ B e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, i9 Z3 I: b- @$ zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 g7 p" @. z4 d1 t$ c' U2 VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 h$ H- f* @0 d4 Q# V oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; `8 |4 v; `" ~" dHow you suffered for you sanity,
" Z" K7 \* ^0 `0 {8 CHow you tried to set them free,
* a4 F* b. n; h* Q' pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( v1 [7 A( u# z" m/ P, hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * Y* R+ d* p9 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 X1 w* i* ?6 p' l% p" T+ UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / L: ?. n J: A8 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 o# e" W: ]- ^6 T
( e# o( ~0 s# C1 X! d; }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* g$ K a7 ?2 E- a) L5 t$ RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 t$ a5 m; C1 G- T; U: rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 I* T3 Q+ k: Y$ V; EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 V d/ A# }& v& m: m% G+ `& t- NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 |- b) @& f6 A6 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, e3 e2 N1 u# C6 l ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & S% b! I# o3 I6 }4 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; I6 {9 x& f1 A" H7 U. M( F/ NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- o" I/ Q4 {& Y3 g! P& uHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 t3 |" p. E, [1 F9 @8 J% zHow you tried to set them free, ! Z, u- W$ z, |9 p8 n0 K/ d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( W% p. k2 e) WPerhaps they never will. |
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