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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. d8 B+ z% y# A1 X' }' a7 T5 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 N0 z, y- s$ b k' O2 ^" Q* C& I6 S
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# H/ k/ ]" \0 }7 h* O. @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. w6 m* a. `( ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 H+ S3 p9 h& u0 w1 d( z: h
How you suffered for you sanity, ) P: k. r! S, ?+ b
How you tried to set them free,
0 F$ O; S$ A; a( BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 m9 ~2 `+ f# A% F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 C1 R" U o6 G q# WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * ^; n- b8 ~( V6 ^- h9 X1 r' E3 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 R& i9 N1 `: l# U4 u$ J
Weathered 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,
* [( C8 z+ z, Z, L* I4 u. E7 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 W- |% Z7 H+ s/ uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " S8 d, z1 Q9 B2 L& o. j1 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! ?+ z5 n, S- l1 y4 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, {1 Z) ~) |+ Y+ r1 X7 v' U9 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' f: b$ e" B8 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + t# E) [1 n0 X0 s0 ]% C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ t1 X0 L' w: Z" @- S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ X% n) @7 W- P. ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 i% @! Y1 B/ s9 i G
How you suffered for you sanity,
`3 P, [. D- X, {2 Y0 U1 r( g& K4 BHow you tried to set them free, $ q- i; d* j/ k+ r4 s& @1 V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 j, x6 `: O+ |+ F4 ?7 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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