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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# f8 ^/ [5 J4 C& v3 @" Y6 ~' vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% k. f% `, @) p1 r, OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) ~' `& s' J$ }5 aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' K6 P+ B& m' L" U+ I* u) X' ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ P: h8 N4 U+ O( U: fHow you suffered for you sanity, # q7 m5 i" f5 n# M0 | J5 R! _1 q$ W$ H
How you tried to set them free, 8 J- A" v; @% X) z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- Q& U$ c7 A6 F4 H5 D1 UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ ?* ]) d* @$ uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- b, L n+ [2 c0 LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& `( E2 K0 `: H( l: H. kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; e) J3 s' _! G L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 a, Z- Q. ~% u3 r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% {2 [4 |$ M# k$ H, RBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 F | c/ z" _# O3 `# d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + k" i2 e$ h) F: r4 Z, e: w
8 G' B! e9 @6 X6 q jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- Z5 m$ A' u/ V/ Z6 i; D+ [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 x+ Q5 b' c- a$ {: y; `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 W4 Z; b1 |( v, @0 c# _8 I, gThe 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, - | M0 x0 \0 H: g
How you suffered for you sanity,3 x$ Q' `( e) g. w8 y- `4 S1 j) |
How you tried to set them free, 6 J& h: _. W- M1 n# F S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& n$ X w$ {$ `$ A+ H! }Perhaps they never will. |
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