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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 t8 b2 D* v( s. J8 t0 f d0 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; r9 k& K5 O+ \! X9 N. f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# x9 f1 O) |7 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( \- h- | K" |9 c+ d9 T; UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( `' D" ?7 u( }# Y1 t+ s
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Z( V/ R* L) D0 h; |3 OHow you tried to set them free,
% g1 P L$ ?5 n& ]. bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* X. |# V4 u ]3 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 C% f; z- i* JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; l8 a$ G* T1 S& nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; C1 D4 W( E; Q3 Y/ R2 J! R) K$ qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ f* J2 H" h, k/ tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' t& F: K& Z6 H/ p. ~/ |3 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - |; K; v( t; B+ Q& _& F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% `- G' `6 @( yBut I could have told you, Vincent, / }4 R" U2 n( T+ x, D2 _8 U* M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 R; m+ B% f) C' H6 P
) H$ C# ~7 b" Y8 D2 ]- JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 D$ m4 V ^( r+ X% K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 H, H. b. K4 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: p7 F& }" E# [- y; w3 v+ N& GThe 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, 6 }7 {7 }/ b' t: n1 J4 h/ A4 x1 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 k% A+ ]1 a) B% e9 P8 ]/ zHow you tried to set them free, 4 |) r+ b2 q% D# d2 e: a4 j- T
They would not listen they're not listening still, i% z6 ]5 ?' J" [0 J% |1 r
Perhaps they never will. |
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