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_/ j+ X J8 n/ t% ]Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 @/ s; @3 k I0 S1 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " T0 E2 R$ o, Q8 m3 t7 l# B% S- U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! s1 m: K7 ~2 P5 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 J8 a+ C' {% P6 C: {0 r p6 T+ yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 W* Y, k0 [/ r. J/ @2 RHow you suffered for you sanity, $ l6 F6 K% ?+ C& o
How you tried to set them free, . ]3 I8 G. u) F1 w6 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 Q6 o9 P# y- H% m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 y8 o6 g/ x8 H) a0 Y! a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 G" g1 [3 x1 r8 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , V- Y% {8 r% Z, h( B: d* ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Z* ]3 N. T, T) c
% J7 w' f+ P+ o" yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 W. A' W" B% s6 }7 O! @+ TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( u; [; f3 E$ V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 f" \5 g% i, b) a! q) c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
h. c! k9 o7 |- }4 sThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& Z5 I; l% l# wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, `" v" V: Q+ ?* z2 d0 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 d6 o) s6 i# H* t' |* c3 d9 c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . N o( R' e# W M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 x5 g% i* @7 c. |
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 E8 Z- B5 B, h/ e0 Y7 |How you tried to set them free, 4 J4 `' F. W* `. _: j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 [5 C* v+ Z2 P- z6 LPerhaps they never will. |
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