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8 C2 T- Y5 B2 g: ?' UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 ^- N. m' p9 X% BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * l! S6 }3 y6 B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ M4 Q- S* R- h) V% X7 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) R" | Z; a4 k( m. D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, N9 P7 r% Y2 G2 L3 w* A
How you suffered for you sanity,
! y' u, S. S- I8 M6 F7 w; ZHow you tried to set them free, # _, n; L$ m& G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: l" L3 w# \7 _0 D- X9 w0 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; m& ^- V! O( ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Z. @( B. }$ T( f# {* Y( V* f2 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* R6 g: V0 w" X& GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - n5 |$ d* I% _7 u
* H: E$ g/ Q$ S* I+ @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 c/ s# O' K+ [; O" ^) R* f& NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + o/ j" E+ f- N& n8 \! r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & y: c! K- b3 l6 V
But I could have told you, Vincent, " o1 } v' s* j# f$ l0 A) F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( d' E+ z' ?! {) r9 O% }0 A9 D+ E
. V3 \6 X9 e2 {" m9 Q3 s" d2 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
k: O+ F( O* X6 y6 r& s5 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' L/ v* _: g3 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 l; [# A2 a7 h2 U; r1 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & ^0 f3 w# @. [/ W9 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 w: X- V+ M3 U" LHow you tried to set them free, * i& E: C1 x# }9 ^0 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 M+ b* [& m0 u! V. P1 w9 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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