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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ }% J0 e/ {0 n& rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( @3 ~+ @/ O2 F' m5 e& AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, v1 x# ^! l4 k7 { f+ s- {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 j1 \0 q0 j3 E4 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 R$ z7 P) p" q D
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ v/ X0 l v# e5 x% fHow you tried to set them free,
1 l* f. L1 h- [" G9 W& W3 D( pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 E9 Y+ r: X* J5 m4 V" k* kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 D8 g2 K. G" j" w$ hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; o& v, v! |% g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & `9 I [% U3 v4 F# |0 f- A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % ]8 T& C4 @- \0 f" T) N5 v, W
3 a- d* |, e/ B% ?3 V+ P. ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * y8 l/ S8 G) v% f( R1 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ E. U/ u+ ~% k3 u [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 z) u6 x' _$ _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 K4 F" @3 d0 l s7 @3 R! eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 V- f# a2 `- o7 q. x
, Y( }0 g& }3 [ ^. W. f4 c% kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
V! z8 Y: `; x: tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' D% w* M2 m+ n: {3 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ G1 t; f5 ]( C0 D6 S) EThe 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, ; G: u3 g4 |4 J' N# }, C& T0 f
How you suffered for you sanity,: u7 E* u6 |! u0 L9 m0 q8 e9 z" w
How you tried to set them free,
8 d, `+ F6 P$ i8 R* e: w" |5 h. zThey would not listen they're not listening still, # @, Y# |3 N3 a5 T# d1 `8 [
Perhaps they never will. |
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