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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 r: M( K. h$ _- @+ ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " a7 }- ]% n: w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& L0 [+ A2 p/ l& ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' O3 J: G: E8 \. @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) O& K* h8 I% d- a& h* f" n; uHow you suffered for you sanity, * t! x& R* { n5 c: B" ? q" L$ }! F4 h
How you tried to set them free,
* B! v9 i4 F/ IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. X( O! r; @6 E' M8 E9 R; @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 \# o! Q0 R2 a' {* F2 F* Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& e" P) R8 g/ J. g7 G& HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / [: d! E2 j w- T1 p4 j2 ^
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,
" t3 t- L7 l3 C7 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" b: F, Q: X9 Z. s2 o% xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ B) b: o* Y+ O. @But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 O) v. _- n6 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. A# W1 B* S$ W H2 r
' ], H: B. n+ g: z# a1 P( }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. F$ L5 G" ~( b! m5 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- `2 P* d) E% U2 v6 f: VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 t$ N) ^0 c, cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / v) e+ i) j- s' C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; u9 J5 u/ _0 M' K9 Z" {
How you suffered for you sanity,; a6 G; a7 V/ E4 X5 e
How you tried to set them free, " h* O8 ^# ]7 D: A3 W& `6 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 ~( |9 y; I3 D; \' G% DPerhaps they never will. |
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