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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 h2 j5 U6 O' l4 }! S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( n) s/ k; m9 O4 v/ W& JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# L% A: I! b( s5 r$ `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : [2 a0 Q6 }$ j- B, n( e6 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' p+ E8 _- F0 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 T$ x8 k8 K) X/ o7 M Y. qHow you tried to set them free, / F% Q7 M, n' r! _. ?3 C1 H) z4 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 U9 B7 p' [3 |# R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & }1 _1 x9 y1 E, g7 i+ z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 x& O; ^. `/ h2 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( @- Y# w7 [# W5 e8 V4 L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : r' s) L: v4 y7 i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( S+ j. ~+ ]5 Q; m7 E/ m. lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ]. H. _% e' I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + O; _1 p! Z. o! h) S! ]% h
But I could have told you, Vincent, & F2 F `2 j4 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 A" m5 c+ R+ f- M% a+ s0 o
- \) ^8 J6 N* k; x, xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- e! C% Z6 h6 z" B; ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; u7 N+ I4 s8 G ]+ M9 E8 F0 G+ ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 S. T5 K3 Q' A$ E) O% M# F2 yThe 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, 8 a9 P% y4 |0 ~ N
How you suffered for you sanity," m4 q j; R4 F( x# Y$ Y/ n
How you tried to set them free, ( b ^" g% U' b) n' h0 b% x8 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, , t2 M# K- o1 U% m' B
Perhaps they never will. |
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