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# Q, Q% d( R) s8 f+ r# zStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 @( P9 N2 |# l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& }6 l! S* i9 E, OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" z/ I' z% @+ D! `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # N' X5 c/ J) ~7 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 u: v4 m! I! h7 O4 R) jHow you suffered for you sanity,
, j7 K4 V( r& X- u; ]How you tried to set them free, / q3 x) f7 }' K" f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: h. t9 W, w" g. u$ ^) g6 eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( |1 E, h- c( [5 ?! W+ N/ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * s# ^3 c7 E1 C) B- S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : Q& I* A( J8 m( e% A2 t" o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / K5 l: S% |* v l2 a) z& A
7 N6 l, C& | z9 e2 |* XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . c$ I/ l* H& j4 V3 n+ T, O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 V- k& z) r& k8 h2 ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 d! }, V. ]8 H1 i1 ?" e( r
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 I! _( s3 G! G8 H8 Z, H+ f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ i7 x c/ [" b4 t. ]
3 t. o6 g0 b7 L; \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 Y! U3 [9 r, f. R. ~3 v) P) y$ L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; Z8 V U H: o9 H2 Q- XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( C6 Q2 d" t+ u7 s3 O* Q; R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 k* |$ z. E. M. T! F1 E# {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; n% T% e$ n) K: FHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 u8 k, a/ E$ |+ rHow you tried to set them free,
; @$ o& w/ r' W8 S+ \* T4 fThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; F4 D7 {% v0 e* z" v5 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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