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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ l! j8 U; V, N) pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; v& t- y4 Z, o/ J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# N4 F3 Z6 I- @5 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 v) f" t: |3 o7 Z1 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' L) R3 ~: K! I# p8 b1 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 q3 f. a4 z& n. G9 [, a, F4 A. ]How you tried to set them free, ! @5 A$ [+ s3 P& o3 Y ? s, N0 k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 s6 k5 L8 @# W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ L: _3 M/ X0 j+ NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 V0 ]5 S, t% ^, a4 K- Y7 G7 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 i! h/ Q5 i+ B& Y) }5 w) |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % l# M6 \0 ^3 U! _7 ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 [( x# P: n; R1 P5 K' OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 F) J7 }7 K% QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 r* m. e T8 b0 S# i% @, S! LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 q5 l D8 n, m, y1 @, j8 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , L7 Z: \7 r' D
7 V4 H" ?9 L: }1 U, L! D1 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: e: L$ n8 {- c1 J. `- J HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 W# X6 g* k1 I, y- b. {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 B) I* g3 f3 @, q6 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! G0 ?, C+ X; G0 U0 y
, P- e9 r6 b# M) U; d7 n4 A8 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
c3 D% Q" y" i3 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
, Z5 Y) L+ b0 n* T8 _& Z/ GHow you tried to set them free,
# v9 e7 u W# U6 Q/ O5 X9 `) NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! ?) F. D* [, V6 A: h) n$ D- vPerhaps they never will. |
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