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Starrystarry nightpaint your palette blue and greylook out on a summer's daywith eyes that know thedarkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hillssketch the trees and the daffodilscatch the breeze and the winter chillsin colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to mehow you suffered for your sanityhow you tried to set them free.
They would not listenthey did not know howperhaps they'll listen now.
Starrystarry nightflaming flo'rs that brightly blazeswirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing huemorning fields of amber grainweathered faces lined in painare soothed beneath the artist'sloving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to mehow you suffered for your sanityhow you tried to set them free.perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love youbut still your love was trueand when no hope was left in sight on that starrystarry night.
You took your lifeas lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincentthis world was nevermeant for oneas beautiful as you.
Starrystarry nightportraits hung in empty hallsframeless heads on nameless wallswith eyesthat watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've metthe ragged men in ragged clothesthe silver thorn of bloddy roselie crushed and brokenon the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to mehow you suffered for your sanityhow you tried to set them free.
They would not listenthey're notlist'ning stillperhaps they never will.
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