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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 O* Y s( W. F" WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 F, z" |4 j7 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* N k, i+ Q5 A }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + b, C. Q# r3 p" c2 j {. f0 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% m9 R5 v$ s$ l! VHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 Y _9 }: E) m$ d7 g
How you tried to set them free,
# z0 {8 M6 ?6 x, K# Z* l- r, Q: |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / i; b6 C; I# ~" X, N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 n! G: w. A; F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : U) h R# F) p* p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ h4 ]: |3 p: m0 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 y7 H+ \5 c% e- [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' X9 H# k& p ~1 d" PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % O) ?0 |% M! F* p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 p k8 ?. ~% H0 I2 D* ~- K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* t2 I6 ?8 c( k2 D; ~4 p$ JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, J* Z' m5 m3 I9 K9 |) _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 I- Y" }! v d9 l* A; E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! C8 n& x$ Q( YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" c& l5 F( e1 N1 k: _5 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 s2 h# I! T7 O- t7 O0 v
4 r. T5 l5 u0 c1 _& [, VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 \! C0 L; ]" }- @$ P# Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
' E8 Z# W0 }( {How you tried to set them free, ; ^5 E2 F, Z4 x8 ?8 F( U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 N1 M6 f; k4 A# n, v
Perhaps they never will. |
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