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2 w& ~$ R! t7 h; F8 Q. s+ p/ S- AStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & ]9 k3 v: z/ H6 }; J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % C4 U& d" \$ v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# e0 A. k L8 }+ v: t* p9 }# tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # K. o9 [: ?$ w! B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) T% _6 h( E% b" D' u+ sHow you suffered for you sanity,
, J! Z: w$ y w& T l$ c+ O- ZHow you tried to set them free, + n4 o; M* ]" E% J1 N* m h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 L- o& F a# d) {0 L5 O) ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" i# T1 _" o/ bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 U. J# d+ z# |& M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; \: x% ^ ^3 t0 ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 h7 p3 E5 Q5 i5 D g" e, ?+ P- ]
8 x& o2 G* x" F# y$ |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / H- L8 J! V% e: Q1 M: P" [- c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 b2 O6 H3 Z9 I! Q) r& FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: M6 w1 R B! g7 u4 DBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 U$ O6 g4 ~: n# d+ H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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* R; [) g: E& e! q5 @$ K: w0 v. w) SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 Y: c% b* c! yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - s e* n, P, `" _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( f( E4 C" N6 aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 U2 y$ V+ j2 J c/ A
5 X; n6 n; J5 [. M* H& T" Z+ vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . Y7 {1 j O, O
How you suffered for you sanity,
( k( @- d, h) @How you tried to set them free,
8 f {. c! r5 s RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! M+ q8 S* b# \0 Q% m& y" Z) xPerhaps they never will. |
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