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1 Y( N. ?- }+ g T8 i7 {Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, v( L- K5 ]) p3 Y" HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, V' e( C' l! n& s1 U+ [% [2 t4 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 Y1 V* [% P, L/ [' qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" X; i# g' A4 s5 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 p* l: s* y. g4 ^2 F9 A2 BHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 A9 k9 x+ _( |2 q% Y
How you tried to set them free,
4 ]& o7 W, M5 i. s9 V+ ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( \, r- K* Z; y. t% L/ jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 N. |" }& K8 e8 S3 sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % I8 t% R$ [7 ~- z$ L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / T: s1 d! |: J, U" t# z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : p( }8 b( I9 p
- r+ t6 e* K5 L1 m( O1 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, }3 G( z. C' CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- v+ z* w/ l9 @( G2 E/ S; JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ [( e$ Y! B6 w. B1 h: yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. P! q* x) Y: [; h+ X6 M! \3 G, PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! p; W7 u4 g- ?* n) xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / K' {9 L) c ]* ^( |; p6 ^- ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; H+ w/ J% }2 K- w _4 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' d- |. g( m8 E! |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & f2 N* j# R8 R1 W/ i0 f U% a0 B& d4 {
" |' z( w, V, ~! s7 l% E+ mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ B! H: i8 E' u3 y5 `3 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
- n4 L4 l+ f |# n; ~/ [How you tried to set them free, 4 Z2 z a0 L/ c: Q7 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 p" }; z% p7 m* t2 \Perhaps they never will. |
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