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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. U6 y+ d6 T: V9 {4 {, q4 v: kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 n. r' }3 s& ]1 u/ y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 d# y) C3 v! I9 n! a/ d& a" {9 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / M/ k! Q( }: r1 p4 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 N; Y; Q6 O; M1 @ PHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 l( H1 U1 U! l" H% AHow you tried to set them free, ( k. |: ^/ s. h; D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # i8 i, d5 w+ q! y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; _" ?. Y1 q/ S# oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 |7 D/ p1 S5 Z# N4 f( TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; Y7 `* K; Q) A7 L6 b i0 ~+ T- _
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ i& X$ }4 D3 g1 _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : L" Y6 j( J( U- }& I% Q9 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . z$ K; X3 ?" b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 L1 ]9 a+ G: ?, [% H- s& mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) a0 X/ e! t% jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' N3 ~; ]! Y2 G; G9 i
( X Q. i# w0 \& L& E- EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 E* @% F' I! C# K) _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " r3 H8 Q. G6 l# S d& u0 m" k; V6 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; H1 V0 u6 f8 H2 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " F/ ~7 e% l ^& i! W
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 |/ T5 t1 r* Q+ ]How you tried to set them free, - J* @6 X' G# H' |) F5 i
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 [$ f- D: C+ W
Perhaps they never will. |
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