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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& M$ |' y) o3 U# d* m) VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 `1 W+ u; h8 t1 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 {6 P- I: U0 {8 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - {: i: T, m+ J1 |2 T+ _; q5 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) D8 s2 i! U; u
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 j# G! G" G" @, VHow you tried to set them free,
+ }8 U, D& e, j$ e/ kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 ~( _ e1 b. d4 a, e; \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 @, |2 [5 J; ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & F: S g- A: Y4 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: L* y3 H+ j0 l1 N3 R4 s4 A9 l' CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. E3 C# l1 y( S( [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- H6 t; [* v/ C9 q% [: s& d) WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ \& @1 N S* `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 ?2 Z* @5 B. X h, a# P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( @ @/ X0 `$ U+ b, BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; w8 D$ {" y9 Y7 J
( c Z3 q4 R$ o$ F: JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 I% q, s# T: q( Z" i* q- EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 }# g0 Z$ d! L7 z* {! S9 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ i K% U; Y; i8 N% {1 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; q- T& |8 r3 B* W" [7 ~( }7 C
. m% I7 @$ n, B0 d2 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 N* f9 r, k$ h% ]! ^
How you suffered for you sanity,. i, ?! k: U6 ?% u
How you tried to set them free,
! |% \. o- G6 |/ [' {They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ g0 x1 _; M% m1 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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