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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 D1 H3 p+ z4 Z; h7 Z/ Y" OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% a3 j& Q; s$ X* wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% F# ?2 g( x0 ]- a5 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 b; }& k% Q6 r: i& d+ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% S6 L- X( H1 l8 tHow you suffered for you sanity, ! Y6 v+ |* H3 B Y& L( i! B
How you tried to set them free, 0 a0 R7 y8 @: k" P) s" l6 z& n8 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 |5 A* r* h8 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 u9 |+ ~4 [4 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 _# f4 v( m9 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " E6 `% v$ Y7 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ z/ ` d! |7 [; D; X* }, D: L& l# oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
G C( W E; h' U' V: lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 W1 d* I" n- W: o9 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - I" i2 t5 U, r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 b X- U8 n4 b5 o" x% J0 t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( J$ V) H; a' Y* IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 n4 _7 @- ^. C3 m V: E8 v0 X8 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ z% y/ i. w- x& P. W6 |7 QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ V% z g, v. K- J0 ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 x5 u: ^. C7 G }1 f9 d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 D0 M; r$ u1 O3 \How you suffered for you sanity,
" a# i3 W8 o* g$ }( d& F, iHow you tried to set them free, 8 s% j* A" c0 _8 o
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( `* V* |7 q! e: h2 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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