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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ c0 E& b6 w: s2 R2 j. g! L9 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ \8 \/ r0 r. zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 S3 t: ]. [! g, C+ nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' G5 Q0 V7 \3 ^& n7 K5 V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," Y4 l9 D- L0 b
How you suffered for you sanity,
' Z/ @$ n4 v) H7 ^4 [/ C' VHow you tried to set them free, . g' P5 t6 S' [% C9 X& V3 }; J( v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* g+ S9 P+ L+ F1 i% i& MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# }8 R- Z8 I. n( W* {; C( W, vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 f. N8 l* Z# P* O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, q, a" W+ a9 \$ Y2 E% \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) n. x; f' u/ x# B4 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & \' b( m* S: h% f% l; u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 V# `. B' Z2 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
O7 _( S0 ?) D- h; r- `4 tBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' i& Y( |8 E0 e* i" J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: [# z0 b% `, t/ p0 L# pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- l. B1 |, j& M e! u+ O+ ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 n0 `1 u/ p ?' U7 d8 _# E# z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! N5 }& P I' X: eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# n$ _* n+ i N" [3 c; ~3 X; t- kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 j/ g( b6 R* d, r/ G3 k" p2 ]How you suffered for you sanity, e$ N- ]' `1 O8 p6 O
How you tried to set them free, 4 m# w" Y9 K; a; e' |; q
They would not listen they're not listening still, " Y5 ]+ n; D! f" |3 p1 y8 }# A
Perhaps they never will. |
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