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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# @: p4 R+ p2 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 K" o( N( U z$ A. z$ }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 X2 c6 Y/ @( s9 y r& g; o [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 w/ @5 k% Q. v) c$ G- {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, @. B7 w, j2 e! w( m
How you suffered for you sanity, + m' _$ S1 H/ \9 l& y+ o+ E
How you tried to set them free,
5 y+ Y' }9 {& cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) g7 h' ?1 i- @0 S, XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 L) q$ G5 _9 f3 N# K8 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) [4 B8 i5 \ U) w) j* c# x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' k% g( t; B3 w4 I5 ~, G5 {. T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; ?% k) |' m! XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & O8 A ]; W$ y3 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! E6 \6 W- `9 o0 ]& L1 r8 T' j5 ?9 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; F+ w' f" a- Y6 q6 l2 C, [" |) s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ Y; l: j- [0 d& n* \( `) i5 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # k1 t4 V+ x: z/ A. ^3 T( X
- v5 u: ]$ K5 J" N3 w1 I9 A" s8 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % f* j4 t. u( Y% w/ {! h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: g7 H7 U6 \$ j1 k3 s% r% ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, O1 g6 `' m i5 ]The 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, ( W# K2 ?0 P8 ]9 q# A$ s+ n
How you suffered for you sanity,( ~5 u+ _/ Y. P" P
How you tried to set them free, 4 @! ~) l* Q$ g. ^! C- [
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( y. D* @7 r' {. R F, i
Perhaps they never will. |
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