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+ T u6 d/ [- o/ O7 IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
D- O) A. m4 j& V$ ?) d) M. PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. g+ K5 d! P; w8 }* f+ wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 b+ f1 ^& X3 ^: \2 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. }" j9 {* p, C1 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 q3 Y+ D/ ]4 O d
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 ~* B! w |7 h4 e6 j1 h7 \
How you tried to set them free,
a8 c. F! D) ^+ l7 {8 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . U2 q0 t' z% \/ R8 I8 W6 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 W4 d: W# ]0 z" `+ s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / ? H p3 c t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 M: ^- T( I+ Q3 [' _+ D7 H% D: J6 ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # E+ y" R8 `/ q. E7 r b3 ]
0 R' g. O! G: T1 S4 o7 C1 a% {8 |4 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: E$ z/ t6 u* L# wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 H" n3 w" S r2 L9 m$ @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : x9 K; O/ k9 ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, * T0 @7 J. ?1 e# J' H7 c- H8 A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- n( k- E: e5 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 t# q9 s7 z/ wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + S2 ^! `4 z; V7 i2 G0 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 M7 ^0 }+ w; p( E0 v" z
1 V# a4 v7 p2 a; |+ o6 U3 _/ _: g- HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + h+ E: t- J' B2 ]7 \# U, M
How you suffered for you sanity,
# n: }. D/ ^/ F% p% ` u5 D/ @How you tried to set them free, : p) _1 q# q8 r+ ]7 \
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 c. w% |8 x: z& xPerhaps they never will. |
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