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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ G7 ~+ ^% y2 d8 z, T* gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* a* U8 w4 D# eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) B" ^& T1 q5 I8 l' bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 X7 r0 ~, D/ Y7 R( Z) W, l% u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 U# Z$ o' A! h% M2 F
How you suffered for you sanity, + x+ Y' h4 p. s1 V( K$ P2 t. A
How you tried to set them free, / E7 C. i# Q3 G5 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % D' @! R/ c' ]' U' X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 \) ~$ y0 O7 k3 P+ x+ Y6 J( C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- [/ L. B: u0 Q( V6 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( z% w( \1 E; PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# z' J8 O" v/ _9 U9 OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ o# ]- |# ^0 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 a# e& X3 p3 a8 ?2 \: M5 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 z# j9 E% w' x/ Y9 J2 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" p1 q9 _2 ~9 M3 P2 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + g. A& t$ `( j: U2 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 W( \* f& V# h+ P! F" y n- O7 [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; n; d0 ]0 I6 |3 n- J/ _' ^, o7 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* Y3 T% ]0 V& g; j3 \. E. @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( F( N0 L; R, r, F Y; K
How you suffered for you sanity,
m, n7 c+ J; V& r8 w* K. S1 ~How you tried to set them free, 7 e8 r$ z, c; L; V5 z! m! e- v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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