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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 g3 U1 a# O8 ]3 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) h6 u2 W7 H1 T- H) G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 c7 e) ?$ J& D4 \) s* |1 J& Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 b3 E W) E9 }7 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 F8 q& d* Z0 j( O% e
How you suffered for you sanity, # Q3 r- k9 L+ ?$ x2 s
How you tried to set them free,
5 O$ x6 G3 I: \: U# c: cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- r2 l4 u- D3 J0 h% Z% aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + T! o6 n8 Y5 G2 h4 h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" z5 S6 x; h) ~" ]1 o- Y$ @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( T. B4 ]. |+ [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 L, I" y: \ I$ MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 l6 q9 i: x7 u6 O" k/ R* s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' ^. |* }" v' Y- R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, x0 Y! C0 x6 Q8 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# y% K" \6 l+ B0 ?. xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 M: {) D9 t4 w+ X% }: V& {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * |( g1 i5 J t, K) ?& y! r3 @2 h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 T' f' x/ @; r6 FThe 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,
( w3 {1 O, n2 j! Y3 h. RHow you suffered for you sanity,7 i2 p5 d$ }4 L9 S ^; K
How you tried to set them free, " O% |; R @ I9 d4 |3 I$ Z" r9 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, & v, O, S& \1 m2 _; y9 O$ _
Perhaps they never will. |
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