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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 h9 ^3 J* T& Z/ j/ uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 R& t+ V4 a0 G, k$ kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# r. V* w3 G% Y$ I1 J1 jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " M7 t& O y' |( h, A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 P d% m3 `2 E( cHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ M' [+ Q4 e- ]# U5 SHow you tried to set them free, & [$ M; N% O9 ~: o! L! q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- n3 A- ^+ g! C6 g2 O; XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & H' a& l3 }3 K, z8 y$ k9 M4 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % B6 \2 O! a$ W, y/ z' f3 Z( r5 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 w" S! |, e. }" \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : z4 X; z, O4 W- k& `- c6 c8 G( @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( y% W, f- a( Q4 j4 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 y0 Q4 [* v0 c% m7 K% F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& a1 [% J/ a! PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
s$ Y8 u1 x5 X. _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 U! l. Q( S. t, H
! O7 Z' m+ c& G+ f) |# HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& q [) z8 X* J: s3 X* G$ ^8 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 T7 z. k" f0 C& D' k3 z5 i& Z$ ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 O* S- C/ e# E0 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. n+ i) R$ y0 K- I: p- n; h" R
0 T" V0 l$ X* `( FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 U9 b" j' J3 I! U' T( j+ p
How you suffered for you sanity,5 p( s# {0 r. ?/ Z1 s4 Z
How you tried to set them free,
; B+ _9 Y1 }5 B' _$ oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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