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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 }6 q- w+ z% Z3 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 z% O) y- H% W) c! o" E6 h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 H9 o6 G& u2 C m' f* l2 [9 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , o, T p( f6 \1 ]/ ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 q6 E7 H. s {How you suffered for you sanity, % M$ H" P& g3 |( C
How you tried to set them free,
! m# r8 z2 G6 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ ^9 A4 h* p- S! X0 ^- _% YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
i# E! N3 p( ^5 W% C& u" M9 |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 d# {* L0 V- n) _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( M! i6 @, {/ }$ `9 \9 G2 wWeathered 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,
* g( C1 ~$ q. P# ^* {, MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 V9 J8 V- M8 m5 T( P
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 w' g& i% ~: l% T8 C7 u- O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 @; [ Z0 F2 O. HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 o* ~5 b" R) c/ i V7 g& P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, i4 T' ~/ ]0 x9 t+ a; g6 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 b" O* ]: r+ ^7 M4 {. `9 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " e/ m2 J* o: J: a( e( k! g" m/ X- _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" N% ]$ {9 \ q2 ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( c: l- M( ]* T
How you suffered for you sanity,
. Y+ E2 b9 @% _$ [0 I* y8 pHow you tried to set them free, + r5 [* X" z8 |- R5 K3 K3 S/ F
They would not listen they're not listening still, , `+ y# `, W: X- G# L$ |% v5 Q3 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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