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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 T& M, H r3 n6 M$ ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) r; L1 z7 Z- [4 ?; x$ iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# k6 d `( p8 E+ b& t6 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 @6 U. Z+ o" w0 ?: t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 R K$ \% a7 h; F I; {1 W7 X UHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ @4 t/ E' `3 `7 D) M# K2 D4 HHow you tried to set them free, : [" E" h1 W/ U. ^2 A0 o0 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 d) s0 P, c, h; s/ Z: w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " s ~9 l0 B K2 }) q1 u6 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 x/ V% u2 T6 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) t e0 K9 E9 ^- e/ @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, + @5 Q% Y3 g: e4 ^7 Z1 Z0 k( I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( C- b6 t' ?8 K) tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. S( S7 J- }6 l0 k2 pBut I could have told you, Vincent, : u: T3 {' l/ l6 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % a5 J" w5 V# X; R% u$ _6 d0 h
) i1 B; k) X; t0 c2 q* _* eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) v: J! H# C: J# jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 Y$ h, \ ~- e4 q* S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ i( t5 R. ^ @" HThe 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,
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How you tried to set them free, $ b: e) s) I# U& t% E J
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' f; _. T8 T* \: I) T, W7 c! HPerhaps they never will. |
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