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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 S; ` [( n: e5 Q- g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# E8 N) `; j0 {) iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 L6 f) g! R& r3 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " E" y. _: ~( ]. `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ |1 w/ Y. T8 P" O& k) L6 f2 u, m( S: tHow you suffered for you sanity, V# ? O P# l0 ]7 N
How you tried to set them free, ! T% Z8 {3 Z, m# y2 @) Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 b+ P9 K# @: D: ^% \& K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 A% |7 ~, u3 r& [+ fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , j( u% A0 ?3 Y6 a. y' R& t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* L6 Q7 F' U9 l: R! jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 |7 p0 h( V5 f: ?! `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 G7 C* }2 ~7 p1 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # Y2 U- s; y' p, }
But I could have told you, Vincent, # Y+ G6 q6 W0 ?+ J3 N8 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 x: l* A& W* u1 q, N3 C
6 Q& D, l3 x4 {: b( }1 E& gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) V4 W2 d- y& X( N0 ]* L; D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! i) a# p3 ^& F' g `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( {! ]8 Q' S; A; j1 v& f; }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # c2 t0 [8 U4 `2 C) X4 L, V
! ^" `0 Y, k" K+ K- A- K sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- d m/ M" O, J: xHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ t [, E' P" V5 |7 M9 PHow you tried to set them free,
. k# f" G( k9 t5 S5 NThey would not listen they're not listening still, / X3 M+ q" B; {8 \
Perhaps they never will. |
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