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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 r% d! r/ ~, `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # E& j& d0 }( d& E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! r, L: f6 @) F1 `6 P" r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ P8 ? F% K: L3 z8 {7 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, Y4 Z) m! ^ u1 h6 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 N2 x/ t# k% Y! _* J9 ~. z$ wHow you tried to set them free, . F, R* w: X# X8 q% t; P3 B4 q! z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 V- H, G) W1 N, u- V. x+ h, Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 B) C( S4 ?) `' g: Q& kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 A5 R, N! {2 _1 z5 o; g% H9 W5 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ ^9 E" G& s9 K( n) x# [* T
Weathered 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, % a) l% G. Y* l( V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
I) |& Z6 ]2 d* ?) E9 K& Y4 n9 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ `& X$ f2 \) ^But I could have told you, Vincent,
" |: z/ Z/ v- j# Q4 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 O9 A ^0 s W5 {# ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / g+ M$ S9 k! K& b$ _, x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 j. o Q) T+ y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 U3 j+ F( G2 }. q& i K2 mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / P# h, Z# J7 x3 O K
5 O) o/ V5 f) a c# b' G! QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! C2 u! ]6 _1 o
How you suffered for you sanity,! s& ` Y# Y1 Q+ O
How you tried to set them free, & x" h/ \$ |2 Y9 h/ z8 r
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 Y A/ d" r4 v/ E& K# Y3 jPerhaps they never will. |
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