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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. }) g/ ?2 Z; k! Q. Z1 g8 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- n" c; j8 K8 J3 X a& gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, r" R& |6 F$ d" _5 L' p% ` {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 J }; \& A9 Y' f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: C& w0 H& p' nHow you suffered for you sanity,
) ^4 [# i% P3 I5 H+ rHow you tried to set them free, . J# X" J+ a0 _( S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * }! N& N/ \9 ~" O c- I/ w: Z, ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ?# _& i- T. ?/ F3 n6 X) F; J0 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) U- w2 I) B0 T5 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 Q2 ~. O+ [& O0 f H& n# N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ N. K0 }( {, L% c- D$ k3 y2 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # _0 U" M2 {# O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ?& p4 S* z/ I x6 x* Q5 b; C. Q) O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( u( ~) U! u( O, X) PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* F" q+ i) p% A: }7 W9 ?* C+ SThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' u; P, c5 ?. k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 P" Y6 u6 J+ E+ H9 AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) x$ {1 m- t9 O9 C* qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 W4 ?% o9 J8 f" s* e' F/ V( F: LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( O0 s4 K# q1 @0 ~) a, bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; Z! Z9 Q9 M% d# h( M% _; F7 rHow you suffered for you sanity,5 g3 G4 T, F! f0 M7 W- `
How you tried to set them free,
5 P8 U' }: L$ {, f6 ~ vThey would not listen they're not listening still, & C6 A" w0 G& |. m |" T% x
Perhaps they never will. |
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