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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ q" g% {; L3 G4 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ T5 g+ G' w* P# T7 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' B- s: g% _/ ^( q# r: ]# C C/ kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( j5 A3 w. R8 X; g+ r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& D$ z; {0 p# z- dHow you suffered for you sanity,
# {4 D; ~1 q! M5 D# w; yHow you tried to set them free,
6 f( U* e9 o0 U7 _( d: C. yThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( I- |5 M; e$ U9 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- C* [& s% @8 m' gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 n0 j4 ?* \8 u! c+ N7 V+ I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" R m* D& x. f; F$ A/ b1 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. r- y6 u7 m4 \6 U' OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 _- B5 ~0 h& {3 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , z% x- v3 N7 H* h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& n% j3 `$ X: \2 O. bBut I could have told you, Vincent, - `, u# A9 ~. E% x& Q4 H6 Z7 C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ N& Y1 N6 U' \+ K+ TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, Z4 e& Q2 Y7 {" c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 d9 E) b7 X" ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. x+ K/ b" ?/ K, F9 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# ?9 ~& u* v! A; eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 k: x: x( @/ i# F9 mHow you suffered for you sanity,/ E" ~" k# q( o" c7 f4 |. ~
How you tried to set them free,
; M" @8 C' h$ e" S" k! T5 \They would not listen they're not listening still,
% @# |! |/ z# ]6 [* [! [0 |Perhaps they never will. |
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