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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 G6 v8 M+ i$ A& [2 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. s( [+ \/ c8 T* H. e/ v8 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 |$ l+ K: Y, pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % k- z# R; K" k! B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* G' i" D% R9 |How you suffered for you sanity,
6 Z8 n) M1 a5 |; ]% p. pHow you tried to set them free, 2 K+ C" I4 t- U* e9 s' B1 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 ~# @& r) w: s! h: Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 | E1 q- u- k: o. nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % e# ]2 U; O$ D0 o& Q9 {& g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ |; a; U# s. y% d1 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # D2 }; ^4 ?, Q# k- T# X# q" L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' d _1 R3 t( k+ @8 c3 \2 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" h6 D$ k' S+ l5 N8 S- h3 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 N2 v. _0 l% a/ f
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 U; {3 F# T$ _6 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + ?9 x; f( i* J( O$ f. e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: {9 A0 B" [7 iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & C% {& r9 k6 R q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 Q3 ^. F8 _8 p \7 d- S0 P& l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # z# m. H4 | S% P2 i/ p. l& \
o' I9 y4 x7 j+ Z x, `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 i2 U) {8 A' `" z- D. o5 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ K$ H [! Q" t4 D2 v" HHow you tried to set them free,
8 |* l+ ~* Y ?9 M) zThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 M8 |) k9 b s& q* t, l+ X2 Q7 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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