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# x5 _8 l) ~' `5 [1 lStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 O& x$ `- s. Z% J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' p( J% O9 F1 ^* l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) q/ g5 y% V e. `/ Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - a: u+ I% \/ C( U" |9 ^; P+ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 K2 l x5 x; b7 yHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 H0 b$ P& l0 o0 i$ n/ X
How you tried to set them free, & N n& f! V2 T3 j% ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ w8 u+ D) v$ y8 d, O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" x' w) A# i5 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . t! t5 c, e( y* d; y2 S9 ]( y' x8 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 E0 C2 @, K, D# ^* yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ]7 |1 k E2 f5 ~5 w
6 I/ }# @* l5 W m n+ ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
j* J/ Q7 Z; Q9 t" oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : ~; }' n. u" o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 x5 f/ Q! h0 R( {But I could have told you, Vincent, . x5 T1 T! s7 f) L1 x) e7 |; T+ \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + j6 e9 C$ |& r$ u3 {; F4 _/ I K0 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 c$ }7 M- o+ J+ M5 Y' zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , J# l$ D: h! w- _6 x" b" f! v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& J% N( X H& x/ b7 K1 m' ?, gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* g! \3 v* L [" u! ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) N5 _" h/ x2 x" D/ {8 LHow you suffered for you sanity,- \' q5 |- h- d: a* B2 }! G8 e
How you tried to set them free,
' e9 Y) g( H3 K- f6 y/ h6 T; OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, y: T# ^% ?3 jPerhaps they never will. |
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