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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# q( c ?* ]2 c& VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' i) O8 J# B% k2 _7 s/ t, A1 x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 @0 f% @# ?8 @+ I$ Q# C9 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 d8 ^7 z! f1 {2 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ k8 I3 ~( R4 w/ S; g: N0 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
, D# o) ^8 C: P& _% U! ?/ T% F1 Z ~How you tried to set them free, * z% n6 ]* y7 a2 v2 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 V4 B- r! H. E9 k5 }. y% S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 d! J2 I: J" J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 l! M7 H. |) D; g/ \1 N4 j8 d4 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . N7 P; J$ z7 w# }/ Q% i, A0 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; Y# P [! Q/ A# T
4 J/ F8 [ ~* C4 f- m6 U4 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- Z" [- m$ A) O+ B: Q& yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# Y) A( G9 V4 ?& ~+ \1 w' J) OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % W [- I+ X0 X. B. E" l$ x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% {" y' y. ?, b' cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 q; r9 Q" w0 W1 O* Z1 o1 r5 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 v4 h: L- L. z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 j' N5 V3 m# n& ~( rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 M& ^2 Z4 ]$ E( V* c uThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) m' D3 h" p5 j" M) z( b; f2 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ w% ?7 [/ \9 `. |' WHow you suffered for you sanity,+ ^7 _( ]* i+ p
How you tried to set them free,
3 Z3 x/ u: P/ G4 c6 Y2 fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 d9 H4 y" a, C2 i/ [: l' a) nPerhaps they never will. |
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