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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 l+ j3 P% W; }7 t! k. XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; }. }% m! o/ ]/ _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& J$ D' R$ I6 @# m9 H2 U" a0 k* vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + A$ Y) M6 p! @( `) H1 E" p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 W; h) m# O) b+ q5 v, l
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 H/ D0 U* o6 E! C2 ^7 W. A
How you tried to set them free,
: M3 [. J `( N" v/ S1 l# T: b* h1 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* l8 e, O: y9 l$ W: gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! f3 j3 L! R6 Q) s7 B& ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 r7 q+ W" b" c% ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & ]/ z" F& V1 Z& k2 u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% X0 x& D) ~* mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 p' Z* j4 S& D5 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) w9 v( U; w! L, m1 N7 K* D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* G2 x+ t U/ H& z9 k+ c* uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ m6 U4 \5 _$ O0 s, E" |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 H1 w# m( Z1 v: T, G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 d3 }4 v' B% u) Z4 s: a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ l% l* S- I% i, j; QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ \+ K$ I' [ P, p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 C+ F' `1 C% {6 x0 D$ oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* ]; r. R$ t, C0 AHow you suffered for you sanity,# u1 H# t" K) L+ h7 r
How you tried to set them free, 9 v2 M& L- s) D# r' m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ c* F( `- K9 |: ? ^ kPerhaps they never will. |
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