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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" i9 v/ }+ j \4 GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , H! f4 F' t" i3 C5 I. W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 ]. [. x/ O1 h% ^+ ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. @$ _ i% q& E6 U' N& E- f0 a0 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: l* k. i# q; U& p1 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 f& }! ^5 ~; a/ j* I% m6 }% zHow you tried to set them free,
4 H9 t( L/ ~1 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' N. F: j2 V% i& Y4 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, \5 o- m( U# k" D( D$ L1 XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 A0 y1 Q/ k3 V- x4 A3 _! rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( `6 J' L- o$ |+ a5 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 @% K7 a- z/ NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 b, _% m* U% \1 i8 F* y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) H& ~" }6 T5 P0 N1 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' x5 J+ E# a/ |8 y( b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* B$ U4 ~2 x I# NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % |% \9 X; R" ^# A* F- |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 b+ M; t$ P1 c. y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& [+ X1 T) j, I, PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( ^/ s3 N3 j( o1 v+ R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 p* J2 J+ o# r4 C \' O DHow you suffered for you sanity,
! @* L9 }% b# u, T, ?( gHow you tried to set them free, . ^5 I* a3 {% N7 z. f& G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 P/ Y; S1 u* s4 ~, rPerhaps they never will. |
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