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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 @9 _ t4 Q, X# T7 D+ O" BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( p9 I E6 H C. nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; y( ^! A: i; t, qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. q# m! f" p. h. \+ s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( Y9 O2 o. k( l* e9 f. A$ m. aHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 U) _) ^# F! g: Z1 g; a, N0 X& Z
How you tried to set them free, 3 I1 `" v' P+ W# \- h( W1 w& ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: h. c; @2 v6 c6 g& @! `# J* qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " T* {( U) ^/ C! P4 f* O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) m6 W8 F3 a$ \2 w* mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' q( l K' f: V- L! L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 n: L8 y) H1 Z0 {; ~' }0 D
" z8 Y7 n! Z/ h v oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 ~ v9 d: j* w! m+ S7 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - c$ W! V1 a2 E# q
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' q$ F) W& R: k6 |6 U$ g
But I could have told you, Vincent, , k2 |8 W2 J& H' z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 W2 Y) d! X- i- n, AFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) k3 U. J4 k- OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 P2 q. K+ H9 T# c; t6 z
The 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,
: ^, `9 s" u, M) K1 GHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 }0 i# S' q, d* ?1 fHow you tried to set them free,
" |% F% K3 a- W! a% A% }$ F, G) JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ K# n6 o) c1 J) D0 KPerhaps they never will. |
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