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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" J5 W* y: j# n& Q1 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* U% x+ o' i$ a3 ?9 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, s) |+ ` m. h+ o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ~6 J# u) { j7 u0 S L* V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 J U/ B# v& `% K0 c+ P8 Y) E
How you suffered for you sanity, + x. J! o5 V$ x7 z; c5 d
How you tried to set them free, & u) P) i6 K* B1 Z# T2 }" [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. x) B' V3 j! |; U1 } H1 V: O, G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " \+ ]; k! @' Q. m' z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
a S0 G- T0 @$ ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ G! Z9 r' [/ k' wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " S/ l* x4 y( U2 e* K0 _; f1 J
/ H& j8 V. m. |7 fFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ J1 z) H% W+ @5 v' c3 [6 ] f, yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# J4 q* k8 Z) t# I; ?8 V8 F$ QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 Q: M; Q2 s" \3 n2 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
c, Z# Z1 f; }4 z; kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 d3 i, d: T7 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 U( } w' z; FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, W- g) ^/ j* R5 _! g( `' G$ @' `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + D8 q& G5 q' o9 _+ b. {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 e, A" v4 g. k5 P& p. S' {7 f) C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & x5 H4 u5 R7 g, F7 z
How you suffered for you sanity," ?5 a* h' t3 k5 c- I7 P; a9 M# R6 i
How you tried to set them free,
! B8 X) B4 j2 G1 t |. CThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; |2 `$ b0 {- l7 F1 \$ ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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