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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ R7 t) G9 Y& D5 z9 s8 S/ FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" z. s a+ ^+ S: J7 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," l4 ]: X- e" S8 m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , Q8 o- Y M( @" Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 ^2 e6 y0 b# NHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 X8 T) d# T7 f: m$ X0 S
How you tried to set them free,
0 a) L4 W3 o, f/ B* {2 I* ~2 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & z o: b/ w; |0 J* m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( f _5 R9 Y8 ?# q; M. eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + P4 Y5 F8 u' v. G; V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 w# T# N8 F, @1 SWeathered 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,
: p7 r7 |( `1 Y% y B2 F" d+ iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) M6 M% P/ a, e) {
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ T3 Z7 k6 }# U/ dBut I could have told you, Vincent, / X. Q0 p) B* r) S$ @ @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; e* @; C; F- b- w
; Y* e, K5 @9 d2 J* p0 ?; W. \ EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : b6 T% b6 _. K% e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. J/ |4 n5 `) R# WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ `# d3 K0 ], ~1 r, mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 u$ P; q: a) r# T
8 a, ^9 O2 R' r) e0 }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & H/ q- J0 R% R8 K3 E$ x6 t6 ?5 y
How you suffered for you sanity,9 n! @; p5 Z$ h7 c v0 D
How you tried to set them free, ; X! g \/ \' p. }7 ~2 s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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