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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 t; @' L/ ~4 pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 Z* z' b1 b, }( l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 p. M$ f8 c1 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ [# Y1 N7 g5 e* e! |7 ~2 r WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# |- u% T" n" ~; ~5 G/ ^ f# wHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 \) M0 |3 F" g, }& J
How you tried to set them free,
4 o2 b6 r; b$ f6 @1 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 i. _! C0 E$ ~" `3 K4 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; _2 f/ @9 T1 O4 T: m6 M$ x, T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. _7 e# V; d" _7 t# `* t8 MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' j* O: c. \2 {" k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ |# K# N, E8 }* T, q( V8 Y2 f. rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; a* Q$ L6 C4 }2 D$ O, P. J0 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , W/ P( y4 I! ]+ a q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 e2 ~" E4 t8 C1 i$ rBut I could have told you, Vincent, / T6 I' Q( M# m; D0 T6 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * m/ m3 x6 j* N% c/ C% M) Y' m0 x' I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 G1 Z) ] C' T" A" } _& D% gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- [2 C. v! v: n2 J& U- d% ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 r; _+ w5 T/ S: @5 o: ^1 T) n/ xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' [! ~5 J/ D ]4 e' o
# [0 D+ W: z" ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! W/ j7 ^6 x; s: g9 \! y4 F$ z1 h
How you suffered for you sanity,4 x Z& F" l) c: p2 T& @" h
How you tried to set them free,
m; ^, x# y+ ?# d2 u+ ? |1 E% VThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 N2 j9 |0 m. p4 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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