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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. Q" L0 T+ j4 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* D- F- v0 E- ?: [. E5 vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, @) h: G8 b, ]0 S5 m0 a6 K4 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) Q- D. Q9 o. d7 x/ v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 F; {% e i1 O" H7 `% L: wHow you suffered for you sanity,
}9 I9 C x) U& s4 l5 g- HHow you tried to set them free, . B$ d7 I% o9 q i; K- q3 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* {+ g+ ^9 {3 S4 H' bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & q* u- D4 g& a3 j7 _$ X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 Y/ @8 r+ u0 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % L9 B" M1 G5 S: K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & |3 D" k# _9 z0 \
1 o! o! s8 O0 r% rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! t2 [4 K7 \, Z$ _2 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, |3 S$ e& q/ ^- ]; O t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' S( K' E/ n$ U. T; _
But I could have told you, Vincent, % x8 z _' v' C% k% u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 V- U, M9 q' e$ g
( W) M/ q( a( X0 X& }+ _0 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% l2 A& j6 q+ r6 M+ H& Z3 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. \4 n4 f- d1 q; K/ x, N z0 ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 X1 p% U* [% W. [3 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # O; [4 |1 l( O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / o% H1 a- Z6 e; |/ ~& R/ c
How you suffered for you sanity,5 q1 e) T4 [4 f
How you tried to set them free,
/ S9 A2 Y% T9 _4 O8 }+ vThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 X+ ~# M. ?+ z( V% y$ S9 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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