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/ w8 ]& b/ j3 a( IStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) f y% x4 u4 R8 \- `! F1 W2 |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
}( Q* N. r# c* f3 d0 ^! iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! f% s) \, y9 _; }' I; SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# X0 Q8 U8 u6 `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- R: F* s( P- ~& V0 D7 H; ]; e! a6 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 T- a% C7 ` l2 \' z* A4 N* KHow you tried to set them free, , Q: V1 i. g% f, |% Y1 r3 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 ^" \% P# j0 F9 J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 y1 k j% M: a" b+ W% M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 N' K# J- ^! W ], R$ h: H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , p7 s1 M' h4 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 f9 I; r) ^& J# o4 ^/ }- k
7 E/ N0 J: q$ ?% q6 I" sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 s4 M2 j% c2 F, I" X( _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" P, J. R1 N# O% KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 l# Z7 D3 }0 l! q3 M+ y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# M% p! e- _' {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + ` M* ?+ }% Q2 c m1 s' V
6 D8 A; Z* N: UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- B; G, W# x- T5 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" y! Q0 n y. m; ]0 D6 |3 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " \' G% I# T6 y0 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . f1 F5 c! W- s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ V/ Z! ~5 w. p+ J& L$ Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
. J% }" [4 }8 p% cHow you tried to set them free,
6 e- M. `9 S7 F4 e# L6 _, `They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 }: ~2 o" Z1 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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