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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' o1 |5 P$ Q! rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # j3 n# s1 \* A! e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) |' B) X) G$ {: yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * k% M/ J5 o' l, H, l7 ~2 H7 Q: ~) O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, p/ M% i' q# n/ u1 \# eHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 T0 R8 f. n1 k0 EHow you tried to set them free, 1 T5 Z7 M" K9 j5 k) V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; K, A. x9 K, Z! bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 B! |' Q/ `" G! c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 @8 m3 J" Z# T; T. y3 Q6 w* M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & i! r) Q6 f6 g; z
Weathered 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, ' v2 L- B' [7 g" T; V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 y8 |: l5 C4 k# A. Z. l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " C; y/ K9 c; _; Q7 K0 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, f1 j3 P- T5 C/ _' wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 n. y; E0 P$ f1 [( J1 \
2 x/ y8 v0 g/ b: J/ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 m" K& }9 C6 ?7 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 Z/ `. @$ Y3 d) ~9 H8 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( g' o, } l% A* v3 t* T* \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. n9 F: U2 W( B+ V1 n2 ?" oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 a% u: R& V( D0 Q2 GHow you suffered for you sanity,* M5 c$ Z- R: u5 F7 n; U
How you tried to set them free, # s2 @& `- L1 x5 [" `; w. |- r+ M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 K9 ?$ ^. n2 g" Y3 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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