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. S# X- O( V& [6 bStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! R& b. D7 y, v( D. c" ^& E9 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ D& v3 J) j- {' J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ m) }( w: ?! i* O5 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * F: N; X& B/ q. Z- p6 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 s8 R7 H: X8 ]# z) eHow you suffered for you sanity, . q+ w# H7 g9 x. B% L. H( \6 I1 f
How you tried to set them free, , o/ D7 N; ^- c; C7 O/ D5 u4 n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, y' M. v" p) i& ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 m% s5 y( y# Y$ b% [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) s. _8 e1 K' N! R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. a% l9 j6 D' R5 [4 N( KWeathered 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, " p% U% _% N) P$ P4 Q% V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , X1 Z% |. f! U3 x* D7 L9 R: e! v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 o# Q6 `1 |' z2 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& E2 ~ P2 o' U: b( uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , R7 @* ^; E" P' ^: k' b
# E4 {( @# U7 h5 d9 _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 n% F; \+ M* m: c7 a3 _4 X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 A; M& U9 a, v0 s, N+ FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 k) P+ k. T2 g u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / ~% B7 w+ R( [& h' M' W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 u' Y& K! y+ y. f# i& a% c
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 S# L% U% p2 _; AHow you tried to set them free, " x6 j: T5 m& U; P" {4 d
They would not listen they're not listening still, % m& k/ x- g' R3 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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