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& y, Q! X% Y" D. X+ n$ {' nStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 }# D. t" I! F; { j5 X' {0 N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. p; A! V% v' S1 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% i5 }8 f2 `# W+ ~% bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 P$ L( A6 U! X/ ^! I8 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 Q, q; h& T/ M. x
How you suffered for you sanity,
* |. H$ j$ C! E) H" `, `How you tried to set them free, & O# b- M- R# ]9 D" r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* _' m ]2 g: _, |9 B1 q# V& n# @9 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 u. f! O) g T/ X% Y) mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( o! J2 e* Q W" k+ AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 |" n) R! F1 T6 H. J6 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# G: E& l9 B# q% q' `% f& _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& j) g) j6 W1 @4 b+ N! Z3 C4 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ Y4 Z! k; G# G) ?$ @. ]! f+ K) AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . G5 u% `& D7 C; b/ v
But I could have told you, Vincent, / g+ Y6 h# |$ z! \( Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 f6 r5 d' X, p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! V. _1 ?7 a# M5 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 T3 m) e7 m( @% A8 |! xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * ?5 {% b! A, \) Q0 e8 ?) r. V$ J8 [4 @ ]
% |, l! R* S8 U4 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' A% f9 a( H: U. {( B) I: XHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 f) v4 a/ c( T0 S" B+ @How you tried to set them free,
' ]1 L# y. {8 QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ A; G k) K h( ePerhaps they never will. |
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