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, h$ b& c" Y5 R% X: i- y- B9 o4 GStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- w& `0 u [' j# d- h! OLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 G D; I3 V4 G: H" H, MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) l' j* ^. P$ o! j. P. v- a6 g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ P4 e" ?% w! b2 n' l* g" ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. C8 W. g9 M4 S" S
How you suffered for you sanity,
~& w& p) z' T8 ?5 U& g) W z, Y" YHow you tried to set them free,
5 o9 w; \7 s5 u% P# i. e' I' uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( m. t7 u. U0 J3 t& ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 E# l; \. t1 a% z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) d$ O! Q/ j' Z: j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 Z5 d6 R( S! m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , {0 [4 ]- C, k* X8 O# c& `
$ }! @2 a8 x7 \" h8 U+ c [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : s- P' S3 [( w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ u3 D" y v5 |1 O, f- Q2 J: hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + I7 h+ b& ^/ u$ m9 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( Y) A: B' R- ?' |6 [6 ?/ [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " K0 F" B6 s$ v/ T- _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, c. m, N& n7 @+ J; |* [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! j+ C7 ^. L, J4 U' t% [3 [1 S; p; W2 m3 H6 ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: J9 o" I+ b3 B! ?The 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, , ~# T. h1 Y! B5 x. e& x
How you suffered for you sanity,5 u9 _- O! K- B* I0 S# ]2 V" c
How you tried to set them free, , J' F( k+ a* \9 t' L: T: Z* h+ O
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! g0 u1 Z7 Y/ k. }' ?Perhaps they never will. |
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