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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 v b" Y M* V% [' J7 OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' u, }2 B& L% o6 {, EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. ^( X7 J: c8 v s# m# L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' g2 _. M. q7 f& e8 X u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) z$ a4 [, M% ^0 L" ~( RHow you suffered for you sanity,
. {4 Y5 @, N+ E, V$ x2 ~ k- s, {How you tried to set them free, 2 I/ p& b0 _. C( L2 n2 X, q+ a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # L6 f4 R# y* r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ X+ M$ s( q: O7 m' V) B; v% |7 }3 O3 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' w6 M) X* M1 Y' c3 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 T$ [2 Q/ }0 EWeathered 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,
4 h2 }% _0 p3 I. V* ] LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% { R2 w- F+ s w% E/ eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& S) F1 {1 l0 U; Q) p) y+ }But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 O$ U' ^, y/ N: x1 K5 Q- B* |% MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 {! l; r* k; }% v! U: z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 i3 A8 I- q3 F7 b& t6 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; b* j5 W: X& W3 z+ g' JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ C3 }& O2 Q3 ]! d* _, P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 P2 H# ~0 Z" J4 Y5 Z9 U
How you suffered for you sanity,, R* P& I" W' |4 q! I
How you tried to set them free,
& g. E+ I8 I% v! _1 j* ~0 ^They would not listen they're not listening still, ) c2 i- s; F- W- b- J; |' d
Perhaps they never will. |
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