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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) j. C3 o9 x7 `9 s9 d3 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / G$ @0 T& n2 R2 Y8 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ M: W" E6 d1 Z7 a0 m- N& mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" e$ a$ ^0 s6 c1 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me," o& W' z2 M6 v. ]5 ^
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 Q1 M; L; n8 j6 [5 e0 V$ q
How you tried to set them free,
; `! J) i( e& x# S8 x; K7 r' vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; _$ W6 F! l, k, g9 z# l v8 c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: f* o. ^$ W' {/ h& FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ s6 S; R/ _2 w# i) t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, P" }, F/ T: s+ r. X( [Weathered 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,
! R& b; w8 \, Y+ @4 X8 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) Z5 F" k1 x, ?5 x8 r4 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 S [- { Q& pBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; q- e7 G3 Y1 i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) d( u; C& J# ?5 k
G6 P, Y9 g! U/ gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 u9 c& u, G5 {! _/ U1 E3 W/ dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 c7 f' h: e/ w/ q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , |5 ^4 H0 s1 s6 m
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, 4 Y( F. A8 e8 _ o; X& _6 U1 [ O
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 S7 M) ?* Q4 p) p" A9 EHow you tried to set them free, . c6 y: S, F! s# b& M
They would not listen they're not listening still, * m/ |4 J4 r$ i
Perhaps they never will. |
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