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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ O# a W; F5 R0 o% J2 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! s' y: Z# e, _0 r! i1 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ?" C4 P5 Z7 m6 M: ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 L1 M' j5 r& P# m/ [, G) p1 W9 ~/ `% @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
t5 t4 I8 n7 _& p3 ~% T: BHow you suffered for you sanity, $ H: m& _$ E" ?# Z3 V* K6 [) n
How you tried to set them free, ! ?* b% A: _4 g" t: Y. \4 g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . h5 V( | L1 D7 U4 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' e3 J, V4 E4 U' d, }8 W& OSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 W/ d. r2 w6 S4 s# `& K9 M% k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 V; W* p$ W0 D7 Q% ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. t# H' B$ v/ o+ d2 G, Q4 v2 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + ?4 f: I9 A0 S8 t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; |1 y% p( {( l4 D- T
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 w! c( x5 p4 s% d' l- d" r( DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 W+ A5 z% k& U b. u: Z( e. ^2 j( }& \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 U& B& J+ l0 d9 x; s& qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) q! T1 b3 }) k& M: _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* o( w- R. ]+ P5 m! L. Z9 x, z$ QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; \4 |1 q4 I0 g7 V/ WThe 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, - U/ N+ N7 ~, k- N
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 z/ V( H, g! A LHow you tried to set them free,
2 P# A) E0 R7 O7 @They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 t" x2 ^8 w% R D0 Q, }# K
Perhaps they never will. |
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