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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ L& y; e3 C" B) l/ P+ U! \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, y, L/ U S9 o1 F) F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# w6 q- L2 U( T" L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 h# U: j- ?+ E; r+ F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; V% Q, w. N. q+ T/ D- gHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ R. H+ {3 A0 pHow you tried to set them free, / a* b2 j% o! ~ @2 F" c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . `, H2 g* ^* E( |2 _6 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ v7 b* Y8 c& U& p) d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 P% N. J0 e. t5 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( H2 o; @. D& X: m" b/ M- ?5 `& w; ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - ]; v( ? f) M
$ S7 r3 u# X6 H( ?5 ]3 a6 a) ]" [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # h; ^* M+ v1 y, U2 f; w3 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # Z. B8 l# U4 m: d( L0 g( p
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 i# u, Y; M6 y$ ~6 q9 b# HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 q. g7 n6 ]) P) ^. x/ ]. j' {; HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % `8 ~( l h; ~! w0 O- n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 Z" M4 j9 v5 o6 f- LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 r0 P! A, U R' m6 DThe 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,
9 G' B6 D- F8 Y' QHow you suffered for you sanity,9 o8 r6 O/ k7 q4 _2 e* M
How you tried to set them free, ' K6 t$ K8 J+ E3 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, % z0 Y6 z" ^3 k {0 |4 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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