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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) i. v. @2 s6 H- { `( G6 @- vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# }6 m( `$ `' {% vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- l# _- ]% w0 Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 E& B% ? o1 v. U- T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' r: d: M- H5 L4 R7 P) C9 ?- c
How you suffered for you sanity,
. M: c; b; n9 C, y/ R) r. WHow you tried to set them free, 7 k& f4 Z( P% T# X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. C9 G: t+ U; U) v4 g& z( J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 O( D- |" K, C7 d) `0 o/ a. TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, i6 M0 M5 M7 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
w5 F/ S! \4 _. xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ g# b* s- D7 H5 U/ L6 Y# L/ f0 l( fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, s, @- j' W0 j6 [/ | C7 P$ y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 A: b3 o3 R) J; u Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & ~2 G# `; Q q3 a8 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; J. _/ U( M* k5 A4 d% C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # A: w; h9 O# g' M
4 q9 c q& }( {$ S) M! m6 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. r( K1 W3 A( nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& Y* p, k9 S. w9 I, y* ^. GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' L& c6 K- J8 c* Y1 w% Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ]+ B# F; @* v' Y$ {
* e' i: f, i# S* aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ ]3 S% ?& T' @3 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
* E' D0 L! ]( f9 ]* }! pHow you tried to set them free, # ]1 l9 T& b, F$ |% H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* _# s0 z C# b5 G1 E7 `) q( SPerhaps they never will. |
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