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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) g; w- g# S' h0 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . S3 h5 T" L- h. t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 I' {% U' y# j- LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 f9 V' C' d1 a; l3 P: ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" c; L; N* T9 z7 j; _How you suffered for you sanity, ( p. y* _5 N. B) @2 U$ C
How you tried to set them free, - z' ]* N0 q% E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ v; {8 s" O1 ^0 x4 @; I: e+ lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 R% @- N; ^; n6 M& eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; j2 b& N; ^* }! S wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 B5 k# w7 B4 M/ V- zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : l: O3 u% V# G1 g
" ^ ]8 M \8 h1 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # ^' R6 x) H7 _8 g3 ]; X0 e- n/ l# J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 |# _! `' k# J8 T8 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - G; \( U l! \- `* ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ M9 m2 T7 m9 | W% V% }: V# I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . I. S" y9 w4 t+ H. q! P! b
) h2 O; J+ e" x! M: VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' O' d3 {4 V# Y- |: H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: h b2 y% e% K1 k) X# k6 j3 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / d# q5 w7 L( w; y4 ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! T+ `8 L4 _7 {1 w4 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, C A3 A3 y6 p1 b* E) oHow you suffered for you sanity,9 |6 R0 w5 l. G* u1 `
How you tried to set them free, & m) x9 c C6 B' `
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( q5 E: x" D2 c2 V2 Q4 |Perhaps they never will. |
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