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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) A4 `! p- F8 c6 i! ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( B" ~+ h1 I Y9 i; C, ]2 E c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, P. e8 X3 ~8 A# k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * N# m$ P. X( V# E$ ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 @0 {6 |0 W' C3 N" iHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 |$ b- Z3 B! a. I. \3 n3 S5 ^" X
How you tried to set them free, * A0 {4 p; \+ [; S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % F0 L& R. |9 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 V9 |' J s! V: d: o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. F6 ^' H. r, F, m, K h* BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 @$ f4 m& y( n, u% B- b1 ?, i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : N/ W9 P7 F% W9 w( f4 t
, P( u6 R# x% r* b; t; _! r! cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& w7 E- q( X8 _: y4 s. JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! B2 L3 f# |* @6 ?+ U ~2 r7 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, }2 H- @! O; D* l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ G( j9 @; a5 @/ N) ?8 l1 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! Z4 k0 ], }' bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 }. x$ z$ O ~; I. ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # h7 Y" _9 v+ k8 M; E2 z4 V6 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + d0 y" p$ M {- r( ?- H
6 \: g+ S' G2 _% @0 l' {" e+ DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. T# M, c; ]; F: m/ mHow you suffered for you sanity,6 O3 V( p1 j6 |/ e# C, _6 H
How you tried to set them free, 7 `- l2 v8 a0 m& q8 F; t
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 M( |" K) L* g z( |4 |) Q) p
Perhaps they never will. |
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