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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& F* {8 Z1 @; s4 ]+ q5 _+ rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 A f& e' N+ W E6 S1 t# j% i* `+ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- v6 c5 M6 w6 C3 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# V Y+ v) h- v t/ a" yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' g: H1 l8 Y" N0 A. u3 W" @& Z
How you suffered for you sanity, & B- o- |7 L* @1 P. L
How you tried to set them free, : l! Y; K# a; o, p$ k0 ^+ b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 I9 t0 r. s3 m- ]7 G+ a b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 N( v4 C% l2 X2 \6 k; B0 k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % D @ i6 ]& u; w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 m2 ?( P1 M- F3 G5 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- _) i6 U) t1 p0 G* B* aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 B) ^7 l9 q8 {! m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' t2 b. S6 T+ T8 T0 @) BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ _) F' h* c+ S' x7 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 C" n, h. t& e5 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 v2 \" h& v( g7 H' T2 K2 fStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% v3 N8 p4 y2 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' h" i5 P4 Z; H: G2 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ C ]/ \5 \3 S( [3 k, v% W0 U5 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * q" N# p. j7 P& t& N4 t& \: d
* z' G K$ Y1 @% C8 [( ~9 eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ q* s+ ^/ b \1 R4 k7 i6 y
How you suffered for you sanity,# q* q: |! i- |0 k- O
How you tried to set them free,
y4 R* e8 t, I! k, y. uThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 s j+ |/ d4 W7 n: P `- O* O3 D1 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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