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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! C9 q% Z/ I6 n0 d4 X0 R1 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 k+ n- N$ W4 |' b! W+ R9 f; p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 }' |4 r% T$ x9 s' V) ?8 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* A) f, O; J8 j3 q0 R& INow I understand what you tried to say to me,- ~3 r4 z+ P) ? _
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 C- K! Y' C# Y4 dHow you tried to set them free,
+ o. A: {) x3 K# w. o, uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* v% ?& ^! f) N) ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . }0 u0 u) b5 O- L: e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; M9 j) y3 c1 ~* V. vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & H( N) q9 C3 F. S1 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( F' q3 f3 u0 n3 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 F2 k$ a }/ @4 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; H4 o" n) T7 H( Y4 C( l) eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ~# w) z6 u( V7 L6 r C! `! P! SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 _$ o& P/ d' V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + t5 U' Z( V, }4 Z/ i% D
8 i& z* B+ W7 e. s1 j6 WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 h! d. i# s/ y! J c* q: k. a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * {; I; s E4 W' V S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - b' I# K) u4 \3 F
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, * ^) A1 t6 k& G: @% d
How you suffered for you sanity,) H0 N) P5 l) _: t: `
How you tried to set them free, ; D# n! N) A7 T. f! a1 i
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 _' e. |4 G! \8 j
Perhaps they never will. |
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