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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% a8 q7 ~' M# m+ ^( @- ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# n! L: O! E8 k; O) x. xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, a M# w% F1 z; \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, ]' W; N( P4 s7 Z4 Z: I- qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# [ b) X' F% e+ RHow you suffered for you sanity, + o' C4 ]# ` ?8 y0 v0 H
How you tried to set them free, 2 i# l+ {7 d" t/ r6 X' C. `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * x: |5 e0 q$ s! n. M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 ], v& O# J7 B/ M# s% oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % V P4 C7 U9 [: d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : q! u& }2 X; x& h: y3 o3 T; Y
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,
% D! q* Y f }7 n- L, J! t( xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: a7 _4 ^8 i* W8 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " t; v0 h" {$ J$ T
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! @0 `4 u0 A9 p6 |+ s# x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) v+ ?0 v+ T& i) ~. g' A3 S. ^
" L3 _5 m0 z) d& c6 Q) pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: j6 `! t1 U' aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' \2 ^6 A! L2 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 P& }) S; S! Z# S" c! dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 \9 I" S2 k; f5 a, F% K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 _8 S* M E# f( fHow you suffered for you sanity,
: D+ a/ l1 Y" Q* aHow you tried to set them free, # D/ W0 }2 Q* s) X/ h
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ W1 _& f# j0 l7 j' q; Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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