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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 k- L2 J8 U5 U. Z8 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) {9 a5 R2 z9 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 r2 @2 z/ L8 ?" C1 A5 { h8 y1 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , f% s! O, @! T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 H5 W& a, s6 q# R+ V
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 Y* Z7 g) W$ a
How you tried to set them free, 3 J) w; p. w. P* B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ x G- u: Y. N+ qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 D- {5 S# ]7 y0 t' v% A E( @5 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
m# @1 @) ]7 JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: H& s9 V3 j1 \* A$ NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 L8 y; c3 ~/ _( bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 B8 {# a; q% v! O% B+ @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) g$ j8 S6 e& aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" h. T M s# y; C' p' ]! xBut I could have told you, Vincent, / z7 F+ p1 t# X, w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 Z, l; U) I$ j: F- l. `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. V+ d$ j0 V$ z6 s; s+ y# C. aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 v2 }, M3 E9 B% g/ N% g ]0 e+ \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # q+ L0 e( a5 g. m8 Z5 S
# Z! y3 ?# W( p3 t1 s" I+ |) \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! I: V3 V7 x+ @/ ]( k! WHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 r* Z7 @$ |, l% p) t7 a8 M% h% qHow you tried to set them free, " T, D/ P. O" i* o5 r: ~& |+ M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 m7 b' l d9 j; Y" `Perhaps they never will. |
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