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6 l' k4 t7 T: a0 @' ~8 d9 oStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( E& h9 W" f" v" T' h- Y- [' _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 r. }! |; m% Q0 t! l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 g& P" \7 E0 U: E2 t& u( GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & S8 I) r) M% S2 Q+ S8 K( F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 Y/ u3 b1 j' X1 o' y+ P
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 B d! S6 g3 D1 ^0 G" S7 C1 }
How you tried to set them free,
% E# B7 }7 F5 g4 } i/ w0 I* [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ U" Z! K7 Q, n- ~; D% o; Q o. mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% V9 x7 m m0 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 k+ @8 L4 M( ^8 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 P3 B) P' u! O6 ^+ J' F7 e! lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- Y, h( I! ]+ {7 {: A- uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ H5 u( @* M: p" X6 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , ]1 j* ~8 M! s- U' c7 {* M: j, z+ }* a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' b$ g; O0 c- \7 u) B( ^2 \. YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( b3 K9 D$ r1 Z' M/ z2 B! FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ ^% \2 z. { w. i" s1 jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : b+ ]; q8 |4 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# c2 P9 B/ z. ~5 s( S8 Z2 f) mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) g$ o4 s$ t5 p: B5 y- f8 w5 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; i: z. ~+ r+ p$ z3 X" L7 g" N% M/ n
) s+ F" G5 u) P% }" UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ k" _) Y1 N! l% IHow you suffered for you sanity,8 u. l" u3 O( k6 [# k; h
How you tried to set them free,
' N7 c" k, W" r0 F* A3 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ G: D% s9 I1 N: D# I8 wPerhaps they never will. |
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