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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
E3 U! F0 v+ _3 b# a* PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( d, p& n& n2 _: B5 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 s& X @5 T" l+ x& \& k/ G9 S! ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 o7 \8 S1 L7 L' _, v& m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' W$ O) _4 f) Z A: H4 i' [- D
How you suffered for you sanity, : `& Q0 W6 C5 Q- l5 d4 m. Q, _3 T
How you tried to set them free, 1 ? j6 C3 ~" H# y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; q9 R+ W9 X1 ?+ w8 G. H6 n( c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' s9 M8 r m' [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( n' f+ E, c+ K2 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 G% k* L1 ?4 G" r7 U2 v- [/ |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 a y8 b$ ]+ t# T1 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + [: @5 d, [0 X$ T0 S. h9 \
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, j' Z8 u9 S: y) c# dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% l5 w$ O: e ]4 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! r* z( ]- j& j# oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 `( c/ @$ U+ }# n* @8 @, w
, I: q- G9 ^9 N7 C; Y1 @6 ^( H. JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 L) e, l. i. g8 v# Q4 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
S7 {- c3 q& r" Y7 G: aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% h3 C4 H J5 k- qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 V/ I- ]6 x. a: UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( N" h# x. m: f% n
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ m6 x$ Z$ w# [: s1 z) PHow you tried to set them free,
8 z" j& [* s% f$ d ^They would not listen they're not listening still, g2 |: n( l. C; c, I# l8 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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