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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - t- x' m2 O0 O! g0 [, n6 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 P. K- h6 g- c5 x! T. s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. F7 Y( m/ P) j/ r9 Y$ P. m/ }4 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ~; ^! @1 L* q/ Q8 ]2 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% V* U& S1 S' H5 f7 s# U# aHow you suffered for you sanity,
) v4 B& q# m U: ~How you tried to set them free, $ U0 h8 O2 j, R% A, h+ n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. \0 j, A+ Z! ^$ EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, Q }: h+ L: l5 [9 WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - C; O) n( B) ~5 t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ \5 c6 g. g' p# qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ c H# M1 h& _. O/ X0 R* f1 vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # b; `4 ~5 b" f8 E# _4 M0 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, {7 V+ y; v( a5 X) f1 h4 T, K7 ^3 C! S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & B( Q; D' k$ ^$ |; z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) A5 I e! p @0 d9 n* VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % o, @1 s- [/ |5 J/ C q
: x1 B7 A5 M( @8 U0 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 K, S* o3 j. a5 v$ m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" s- }0 w4 `3 X0 B; I" WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. H2 G. M. v G5 ]* `2 k3 X lThe 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, . k7 ^# O4 ^' H+ D- S" l
How you suffered for you sanity,/ i! S9 V$ ~* G6 P7 ^, t0 @* G) Q
How you tried to set them free, $ V8 g0 L: f+ S0 j- b, m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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