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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . R. O/ q6 ]- a+ X5 i* }. \$ b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 @" \ J% H+ h) s4 k X% nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# u$ r5 Z; _& BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " e0 ^& K9 U$ C5 i6 B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 I0 b6 }8 I0 L! mHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 z) V5 u5 E/ P J( THow you tried to set them free, 2 ]9 @; E; m, P7 i& A' [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- c6 Z: T/ u( e' K/ i; w* QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 Y# d. G: f- B& @# d/ \2 h1 [) g+ B/ ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 N# r$ A- [4 S, A% _7 {5 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ s: D1 q( l6 ~% v& b+ ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. F1 X/ k6 P) T% ^0 O
9 a" M* Q9 r5 f. z1 t9 x- wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 _7 m4 Y* U, \; H3 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : ]# o# |( @5 e* V0 V7 l& M4 Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ P. Z+ F) i5 [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: b: P/ |2 [7 L& ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& l- Z6 k9 a: ]* a7 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: D8 M' e6 g6 z. E0 O4 ]; @5 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 p3 C& F) Q q0 a1 x* g/ GThe 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, $ g0 e1 W) K3 ^& s* @$ x
How you suffered for you sanity,; M- V9 T- L( [
How you tried to set them free, p# o0 J) b6 u* v! a3 L% s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 N9 u" }8 e+ W$ q' J. I) ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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