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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! }# _& e% T. _8 Q$ y. i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; j7 j* c+ Y5 K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& x) t' G/ t. L6 L) S2 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' b# Z0 J; E& i( T- d& C# a* K7 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! G; n- T* R1 ]/ \7 v# \4 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ n* A' D+ P' Q% d' V! h `, pHow you tried to set them free, 8 \0 H$ i* Y' O( h( F2 T+ N! s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 B! }0 `; B$ C4 v/ C3 T* pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 O' f: D9 M' Y8 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - n* g+ q# @, ?) l# C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, P; R/ P9 g7 r8 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . S% A' @5 R; \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; N- h8 a% k4 H3 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, G) L/ U3 ^; y' u. Q4 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : o3 e, J9 }# V1 q/ a9 } h
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( U9 W9 P$ M. ]4 Y8 v0 D( b! v( @$ A9 K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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k: p( M9 o" p) u& FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . Q) K; Q8 A" v) L: [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " q5 U" J2 E3 i. ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: U' h( _6 W- d9 @9 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 ]4 S E# h! W3 D: c& e% M, L
% m d" A( Q r/ N, ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 \3 `6 U/ v( ?! a# a0 q9 q$ uHow you suffered for you sanity,; X7 ]$ c. y. t; S; o
How you tried to set them free,
' T% ]9 D# i+ E2 T% d( p! c( C! xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& w1 i/ h% q0 n. e- lPerhaps they never will. |
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