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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! I9 W0 p" t l3 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 { d) o* f! T7 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% w' t+ r+ R n1 d2 [& V J6 z2 YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 x4 W0 d9 I2 T: T \) N6 y1 j' Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 m- i% [( G% p
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 J9 g: R" {9 G+ [How you tried to set them free, % S% e+ P/ G* a9 ? @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 F# l. \, @( a5 a v' L; z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' N, t+ k9 t) S3 e- ~0 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * p: d0 N/ w) w; j' _/ w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- D, J# _) P' n$ N) [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# q+ J; K% D! }: ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " e3 d h0 E% [& Y. B7 E/ n! A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! x5 G- |* V u8 H9 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; Q$ g" N% k/ e- X* f0 K* r" N: }
But I could have told you, Vincent, & I! e. h3 a" [2 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 U5 J( h: D$ F3 q
}! @3 H. W) T# [. i, Q7 w. ~# m1 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! B2 K* G4 O" w3 V* NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 Y9 w& q3 G y8 p, TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 Y5 q! a* y9 x2 M' ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 ~' P( M8 [- n4 t
; ?, F i( ?% |1 v/ z. |1 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 q; B- b. X' ~3 g% R5 fHow you suffered for you sanity,5 K6 a; m0 N) F6 j* m- K
How you tried to set them free, ' @$ `* X6 V8 s' Q8 e
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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