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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 v% U' c2 R8 {3 `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) f0 s; C/ y) v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ {* ~# V: H7 [4 R0 U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& T# P: b: v! ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* e. i% F! e/ S# C! ], q# `% D; x/ jHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 h& }4 z, I* \+ f. B) q9 l1 PHow you tried to set them free,
9 f9 E/ i( U2 R2 |2 F0 h; oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( U0 ~& }7 m( \+ a4 `1 h* zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 e( Y0 t* V- M$ h6 S- K3 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 U- a5 i! B/ }/ U% ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: _5 m+ I8 S; q2 ]7 ?8 h) K( \# u! PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 A8 X0 n, U* @
3 R& T, K3 b, y( n3 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 X4 _ U7 c. X+ X9 j* U5 [4 N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . E- H9 f& U2 N* W b9 c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 J8 A1 i9 O. z) T/ Q3 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' O# K( A6 w! g- g9 e1 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; w; x6 J" C0 k" h/ z% U5 c1 V( i9 n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 P& X, Y6 d, b2 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; r$ J, U% L( V- @# g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; m$ t% ?5 v2 N& @" n6 T) fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 L, ]- N7 m+ C6 S, ~/ J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 k& R! k7 ~6 T
How you suffered for you sanity,) u5 U% O$ _; z" {6 J
How you tried to set them free,
2 y8 x* ?. w+ \+ |) z1 K" MThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; _) A8 f2 K8 B0 |6 ^7 L9 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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