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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 K; d4 I0 L7 \/ TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- n+ m+ @# U7 G! N8 q( R' F2 E5 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ o8 s' Y( I/ rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 k" Y$ F; a. ]* ]4 s* \Now I understand what you tried to say to me, O) | @, }. z4 Y" G
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 p8 ?# w# d# d! Y
How you tried to set them free, $ M0 n7 b; L, U5 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( x. x) W6 Y# v7 e9 c: }! N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 o2 B- r0 c8 p% L' j+ B, N# ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , v+ a" J5 `) m( I1 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ i, E, C! I$ [/ x v% N$ wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& n3 }( B' j/ Z/ h: k# {$ L; RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " C5 z; ?7 L' D3 N/ u+ u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; x# P6 L5 q" N9 ~# L& {But I could have told you, Vincent,
, _6 W( T$ N% O, Z; s5 W. d+ F; PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; e9 e% g; j' h4 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
L5 f2 k9 q8 x- F& X, o4 c4 c$ c; [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & S7 i1 }5 [/ H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) j8 V3 f9 q7 A0 VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & h# Z2 G, z+ d* K
5 _" x0 j6 M0 M c0 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " M* x* Z* Y5 i/ _
How you suffered for you sanity,+ W% r8 o9 A b3 k
How you tried to set them free, 1 e1 V5 v6 u, m3 W. G$ `4 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 I" |0 \& G; I5 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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