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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 |' {. G. U$ R% Z0 Z1 [; ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 l% }1 b7 Y+ u, o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ^/ }% q, s4 x. C- D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, A. u" b& y* zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# i* D: d2 E4 [2 j3 B Y( WHow you suffered for you sanity, ! y/ ?& G0 N5 e' T. N9 A4 m- x2 S8 p
How you tried to set them free, ; _& P# v! o) F& ?2 v' E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ A6 {" L6 w' V- |5 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 k2 A/ ?+ ~6 S$ wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" f6 l' p' R" D0 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 ]$ m0 R1 |- p, ]4 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# x' a1 y) c( [- N- R8 |; T( F4 VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 w# W& M5 N- o1 ]% B- j# |; v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 j3 z1 g$ \" m. S5 E. n% m- _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 S. z8 z( v* l3 P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 }% Z" t: I7 m1 x) n9 v4 P; _) XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % ]3 A9 y3 h/ v9 X
4 F, ]' `0 ~( t9 {4 ?$ DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 S4 S2 l9 X# A t% q9 K1 L* F7 E
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + N% p. N" F) B6 v! b, E6 S3 P+ g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ h: h |! Y; Q5 {3 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; i9 g2 N$ q, `3 h* dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 E& d- C# L4 V( ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
; |8 y- X7 @* b8 b3 s1 m6 _" f' CHow you tried to set them free,
& h1 J7 d. w4 A; d$ l5 sThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) d5 Y/ d& S8 @5 G+ G
Perhaps they never will. |
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