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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 f; W n+ Y' d- H0 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : O* W9 { Y/ N: c6 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& ^& K; k5 X z; F; [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : j$ D2 K K' O3 R% C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 T* f$ \. z. M+ fHow you suffered for you sanity,
& S* D& M Q& ~! @% dHow you tried to set them free, $ W) \$ K- ?$ x: B( D/ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 \3 R+ U0 @4 y8 u9 r3 \2 ?8 `' r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; I( h* W6 H7 O" E6 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , j+ @: g8 Y2 @& a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; e9 S4 Q* Z' RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 g: [- ~3 Q( l
/ G' d2 m9 n* p+ F5 ~$ \% VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" B( u9 U- I7 ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 K: j: I* E0 E& x0 ]! _' E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! h2 {4 I/ d0 i6 j/ N) r2 _. A
But I could have told you, Vincent, # ^9 x0 E, f; E! O9 ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
Q3 p' M( N* e- WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 J. P0 K: z0 D0 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 c" D& F& X4 [5 x* ^+ J! LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % T m& @3 }7 G, V% f* J$ w5 d
How you suffered for you sanity,
* {4 B% @% b& b/ n: ~4 m$ A eHow you tried to set them free, 7 z8 O# y' }# @* U3 u
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 S$ |6 u O+ P R3 ?* @) \
Perhaps they never will. |
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