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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. E/ w1 g# L: C2 F4 d& k( iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 S- c- t% _% F! s) t3 A7 A Q/ X* SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 e. z% e) M/ y4 |' ~3 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 }# b. D: X3 S2 ?2 ~' ]; E. MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 t! }: u9 \8 }: ?+ [" h# K
How you suffered for you sanity, % G( T6 J$ d% O8 p# ?" U3 y+ d
How you tried to set them free, - E9 L& J: @ }0 e; C. R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; B( u0 \1 ]! R+ oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' G, i) P1 U* u# A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 w# Z0 l( G; d7 c) Z; l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ ?/ r- ?6 M5 L) h+ \4 V9 @Weathered 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,
4 Z0 V$ l- y& M3 f1 G9 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& D% Q4 J0 h' e4 O' f. e6 m* QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' u( o1 \( n; `But I could have told you, Vincent, % B# d# y5 N$ L$ _5 b% e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
]/ ]# `9 q1 K6 C# {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 u8 P v4 m# d6 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 W. w5 n+ t- }, K7 x. aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; ]* j: a3 q' B3 [" q# I+ M
' i# ^3 E/ C; n" }6 r/ }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 u5 [0 `5 o3 E, i) D
How you suffered for you sanity,( e6 w8 J7 K& q
How you tried to set them free,
! z. Y8 e& U/ ]; WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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