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% X$ B. m7 {4 A' c5 MStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
j) _; \' l/ ~. ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# G- t1 x* O8 x8 L/ d& gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ ~" O) F$ }$ { I; q+ qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) e. _! w$ e5 D" W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ _, E- G0 {, j) u' f0 M: Q
How you suffered for you sanity, . s% W/ W8 S- K8 ]0 R
How you tried to set them free, ) }' ~& W. \% B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- z5 b8 k9 p, U/ y. XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ u/ Z; T8 X _# N X5 M/ kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 `) W1 R) i. D( j3 {) B8 ]; K" P+ JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 X% ?. A. g8 L; \3 p! tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 C' B# |# c0 I+ ~8 U' z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; j% d6 |# H, j5 {- q7 x+ V6 k: t3 zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ N! q) n1 u# h. D$ _% N) wYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( _* a( T& q: t0 g. sBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 R# P3 a& V. x6 j0 y/ {3 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 u' K) S/ ]. F: Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' w: q. L, `* |9 Y/ I3 T$ p8 \. iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( J( \& I/ q7 X: G& `$ E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 h" }! w q& D, [- e
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ F* n& X! y2 }) J& E; j* y1 CHow you tried to set them free,
5 b2 |) z; I6 P% FThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) a3 P g( ?0 h* \ N# K5 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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