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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 }9 E8 M T( oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 v7 E4 O- s [3 U9 K9 I5 u$ l: j9 \- k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- Y$ I7 @8 H0 @) {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 q) n h' s% G# G2 s0 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# E: ]$ N# c8 P8 N$ U' @
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 h. i9 T9 \# g( M6 {9 Y6 M
How you tried to set them free,
. F3 f# F; ?+ F/ p, tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 e. y" V8 i2 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 X) v7 O' t# j1 @7 }( v$ F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 A, f% [" j; q( A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( x, L+ L7 R1 D. |) z( V( rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * x' u% i; H! j# r; t% F9 G& _. i
& K& T! H$ p) J. ]& {* \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * g6 N+ r( r h3 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Q( ` @ y6 V. s; }0 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & l) b0 g7 U0 ]( V' I' W7 ?% P! P
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 n3 U" o' T% R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . O' W6 S6 r+ e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& S, C: | _/ {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 n0 X" P' Q+ B. {. n, ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: m$ C$ a% e* nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " |; L, I/ h. a# k4 I) O8 s
, W! I+ ?) M% x2 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 g) C" i8 q1 {& A. p
How you suffered for you sanity,) ^* m4 B" ~/ B4 u; s: H
How you tried to set them free,
, h/ s8 O( @9 c7 Y! j4 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 k8 X! |$ L5 [" a6 p/ P9 z NPerhaps they never will. |
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