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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
N$ I7 K' t* N: |; oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! X1 q0 U6 U X; F( r F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 R1 a9 y# |0 }$ t0 a3 P# b, H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 Z% U6 J) U0 z) ^* A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" M, h1 s& L: e) ]How you suffered for you sanity,
4 J+ B" E- v2 Z; v; }How you tried to set them free, & H" a0 m9 c' ?' Q$ f3 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 S% Q! O- h# L3 c. sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # { u$ }4 r1 O% {9 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 d* H2 r2 b# f6 c+ F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% m! l5 Q/ t! o0 f" ]- q- S. g( DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ L/ z2 \# {4 K9 ~! S
. `9 C) D5 T. H; k: x; G! D" LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 q3 x9 C6 ?; f) L7 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % u/ y+ s8 c7 X" s# a9 G; ^8 M. B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 {1 k: i9 ]* [ i3 NBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( |$ {* n5 S4 A( D4 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; u& M" b. d l$ S* l9 P
6 U4 t2 k: b1 n V+ P! K; a" kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / c r+ G1 P3 T" _7 M4 ~: Z; R7 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' q' Z' ]- _3 n* f- vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" K4 A/ g& K8 r! n$ @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " K8 O8 ^6 _" v! F0 N, u0 t
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - C! Y3 H) m, ]9 }# C- j8 X+ q" S
How you suffered for you sanity,: ~5 u) |! n! z: o/ i3 O
How you tried to set them free,
" C7 X) s9 g7 `- X0 g& lThey would not listen they're not listening still, / W8 y3 K3 K$ r' j& H6 p0 K) @8 Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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