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6 y a- C9 |$ r& Y( aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 ]/ D' u& x8 E4 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
N! g5 E1 p. G1 r. `5 B5 C' yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ y# |* \- Y* l$ i* v, _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* w, ]$ z2 S; _ }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 M, ?4 U' e1 |1 W, H) `) w4 k
How you suffered for you sanity,
: @, D% @3 J" N, QHow you tried to set them free, - G4 \1 H2 u+ s8 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % n2 R8 x& N9 J% t! T5 _1 \: G" V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # Z9 W8 Z" L4 d0 T; z7 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 Y6 r d3 S5 w9 R0 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 w! Y+ W, a& l* n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' H3 ?5 |1 k3 F5 X, e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 t! L! e: r/ w5 _5 @5 p/ u. n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + L- ]6 Y+ g2 _' U' O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! s, w* j" e& V3 s1 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, , m5 F8 v6 E/ l& t( u# B5 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* |. W3 F5 s7 H: W7 q4 x# SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 p9 N' s% C5 a e1 S, F9 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" l+ |9 ^# ]* F! v3 H* Q( X8 X5 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ g! b* i, V/ l UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / b! a. `- e: |0 ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! d- z% s T# U. ]2 d( vHow you suffered for you sanity,1 X4 l: [ s& u# A1 t7 U
How you tried to set them free, 3 S; L) g' k3 G) S' w
They would not listen they're not listening still, - | g) c% j- R ]2 N+ L f+ W* |9 g( f
Perhaps they never will. |
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