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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, n7 E3 k1 W( M0 f/ L" LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* {2 w' S3 s/ C: d `% BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 _' A7 Q5 O. J4 v7 T* @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 x7 O* s& N- c! F: V1 p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' K; Q" v4 M; ~7 f5 ]; ~ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 m2 A0 ~3 r: K1 |( OHow you tried to set them free,
+ q: g( q1 M/ Y9 Q- o+ ZThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' Z7 A( O7 h! ]. h x7 d# JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' p1 Z" U Q+ H) f1 s# }! ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + B$ X# p% u9 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + g. M D" k; F* n8 [! R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ b, V9 y. @% e) C! @For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - D" p+ T! C _+ t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ U# _3 h8 D X" c
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 {) f1 U! g8 l# Y+ n' |But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 u2 p# N8 g- R0 ~1 x* I3 n% P% rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * b+ F9 K' {7 c, K
8 O0 G; l" T7 l5 w7 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , |3 @$ [! ], }$ x* i* @! L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' {+ T9 U% R2 b* QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , E4 Y. }* G3 c! p& M( E: U U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, J# T5 t2 P5 M3 n" ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . `4 B0 r* T1 z/ X) R7 N
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 {5 X: `' F+ l, m XHow you tried to set them free, 3 w3 B b- j8 q: y% _# w
They would not listen they're not listening still, " M) }% M7 L* R# U! |7 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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