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6 s, {9 n, \- l2 X9 F5 aStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * m: F. z. }6 S: V& {: k1 _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % B. n& z( d. g1 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! S# x% O' e! b! W' V5 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* w0 n2 E* V% n/ t7 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( O; P+ W* a* }- E. ^7 w' w/ ?
How you suffered for you sanity, ! n: Z1 W1 v+ P, H) [7 ~* w) t
How you tried to set them free,
) _' @" ~+ {+ ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, w8 J. i) h& O0 W, QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " j- M/ V# N3 P3 d: ^$ w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; m) d* ?; }4 [0 r, m+ j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * A7 V# B& h# r. ]5 I% M! O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; G" y7 y1 h2 e- V4 e; Q* XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 z$ u: |: l* x) ^2 ?) z2 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. U3 z5 H* r6 ?% s. j( u$ r1 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 C: v, ?7 w; o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( m6 |( | m7 V; p3 ^' ]5 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( ]- ?8 t% P; G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 Z6 `7 s# F, m7 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - F% B; a. }3 S {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% a* [6 s8 ?2 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 r3 Y4 f$ v0 n- _7 \/ ?
9 W# V% }1 Z Z# x- YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) p7 g- q3 g$ _How you suffered for you sanity,$ J% @( r* M5 v
How you tried to set them free, ; x" M1 @, {: d1 Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% U f% z8 Y$ w: i/ YPerhaps they never will. |
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