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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 ]0 ]$ N5 x; X9 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 @2 g* K' I6 x9 Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( h# v. T! k X; { ]8 @% S6 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; {% W3 ~+ p* a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* k* x/ @# |. r) T6 ?' [: r+ QHow you suffered for you sanity, # I5 ^* l6 h- ~' l
How you tried to set them free, ; }" V$ R: D* s2 R3 M- ~( u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' e2 u: y( u# h* ]; D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) y) T- R6 d) dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* P% N! |$ f q( zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# Q0 R2 I* H& k6 @# m6 L) uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 y& g* J2 _) j/ I5 P
/ q E1 j. c! v; ~& r PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & N6 n% P C7 f4 p+ ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , Q( F& B6 ^6 _0 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % U/ S2 ]9 |3 O4 s5 d2 C+ f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; A0 l) V7 E2 t+ @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , U. I! x2 H2 ^5 H r% w
A. O0 k# t4 P! RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& ^- O; X0 l. o! ~; A' V8 o9 e* TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 Q; Q, ?. |9 j" H' ?0 q" r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; O6 K6 V5 \9 L# KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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E+ d, l& ?' A2 D' `$ E1 P: Z( X! zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( K) R+ g, d0 Z9 a: P8 yHow you suffered for you sanity,) P! l8 D: u/ _5 a
How you tried to set them free, , R6 P, h2 I2 ^0 t
They would not listen they're not listening still, : Q2 y5 g3 d% \# l2 D( m' [9 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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